The nice thing about the empty nest is that when the birds who flew it marry, you gain not only a child-in-law, but a whole new extended family. And if you are lucky, a little bit of crazy, too. We were blessed to be included in my daughter-in-law’s family Thanksgiving and it was just the… Continue reading Pass the Crazy with the Turkey, Please
The young man was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the New York street, curled over, his head nearly touching the sidewalk. His backpack was several feet away near a building, as if he set it down with a thought to rest there, but the chemical rushing in his veins took hold and he simply… Continue reading Mother Cabrini, Saint of the Streets
There are moments in life, especially as we move into middle age, that are bright lines between what was and what will be. My journey to my mother’s small Minnesota hometown, alone, to settle her sister’s affairs was one of those bright line experiences for me. My aunt Lucy was born and died in the… Continue reading A Legacy in Bloom
Dear Anne, So apparently the Jussie Smollet story was all a hoax. Really? It all seemed so credible. (Insert eye roll here.) He claimed he was attacked by two black Trump supporters in Chicago. Considering that fewer than two percent of African Americans in the city voted for Trump, the odds of Smollett running into… Continue reading A Prayer for Jussie
Dear Anne, Have you deleted your Facebook account yet? Last week, with the twin debacles of Covington Catholic and the New York State abortion law, the worst of social media was on display and I was just done with it. Between the rush to judgment, then everyone fighting about the rush to judgement, then seeing… Continue reading Goodbye, Facebook, I’ll Miss You. (Okay, I’m Back, but With Three Conditions.)
Dear Anne, Dabo Swinney is my spirit animal for 2019. It’s not just that he coached his Clemson Tigers to another national championship Monday night, or even that he reduced Alabama’s dark lord Nick Saban to a houndstooth-patterned poster boy for the overhyped. It’s that he did it with such infectious joy and a constant… Continue reading Don’t be a Nick–Be Like Dabo!
Dear Anne, I used to think my neighbors were crazy. Each year they would put up their Christmas tree and decorate it on Christmas Eve after their kids (all nine of them!) went to bed. They waited until the 24th for carols and Christmas cookies. I thought they were gluttons for punishment (with nine kids,… Continue reading It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like–Advent?