Dear Anne, It’s about six weeks and counting here at Casa Mother of the Groom, and the plans are moving along well, with lots of little details falling nicely into place. But I am struggling with one part of this whole process—finding the right mother of the groom dress. My wedding Pinterest board is entitled… Continue reading Be Quiet and Wear Beige–Or How to Shop for a Mother of the Groom Dress
Dear Anne, I’ve been thinking a lot about fathers recently. Of course it was Father’s Day this past weekend, we have the feast of St. Joseph, and last week would have been my father’s 88th birthday—I can’t believe that he’s been gone almost eight years. Fathers have been on my mind, too, because I just… Continue reading Of Fathers and Forgiveness
Dear Anne, You know I don’t engage in conversation with my seat mates on planes, and honestly, I believe that chitchatting your way across the country behind me should be a capital offense. (God made noise-cancelling ear buds for a reason.) But something about the burly man who sat next to me on a recent… Continue reading Amazing Grace at 35,000 Feet
Dear Anne, “So what advice do you have for us?” Little more than a week ago, one of my son’s friends asked us that question, during dinner on the eve of their college graduation. I think he was sincere, or maybe he was just being nice because I had plied them with steaks and brought… Continue reading Four Interviews and a Funeral
Dear Anne, Just in time for Mother’s Day week, I finished reading a horror story—“A Mother’s Reckoning”, the memoir by Sue Klebold, Dylan Klebold’s mother. (I know, it’s not billed as horror, but if you are a mom, it reads like it.) Nineteen years ago Sue’s son, along with Eric Harris, killed 13 people at… Continue reading The Reality of a Mother’s Nightmare
Dear Anne, Last week I was in one of the most beautiful places in the world, the Great Smoky Mountains National Park. But instead of days filled with hiking, I spent a good chunk of my time there in a windowless, concrete-floored room the size of an airplane hanger, surrounded by enough bridge players to… Continue reading From Ashes to Ashes–To New Life
Dear Anne, Did you hear God cancelled spring up here? Winter doesn’t want to end–honestly, it feels more like January the 83rd than early April. We’ve had four snowy nor-easters in four weeks, days and days of cold rain and a lingering grey malaise even the groundhog didn’t forecast. The daffodils that should have bloomed… Continue reading We Are an Easter People–Even When it’s Snowing?