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, 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, “Rita couldn’t have the surgery. It’s spread to her lymph nodes.” I was at church for our annual Mass of Remembrance—a lovely Mass for all those who died in the past year, with individual candles for each of the deceased. Ironically, I was there to light the candle for my friend Claire (her… Continue reading Don’t You Forget About Me
Dear Anne, “Look for the helpers.” Those were the words Fred Rogers’ mother would say to him when he was scared by images of disasters on TV, encouraging him to look beyond the trauma and chaos to those who were stepping in to aid the afflicted. I was reminded of her wisdom these past weeks… Continue reading Look for the Helpers–And Be One, Too
Dear Anne, The contentious, almost soap opera-esque Supreme Court hearings and attendant outrage have made for an anxious and depressing couple of weeks in the news. Between Facebook rantings, incessant negativity from the media and knowing that the public airing of sexual assault allegations is difficult for many people I care for, I felt like… Continue reading Come From Away–And Find Our 9/12 Selves
Dear Anne, Every couple of months, I do something I haven’t done since I was 14 years old—I go to the orthodontist. A number of years ago I began to notice that the fine work done by Dr. Berkowitz circa 1979 was reverting back to the snuggle-tooth-smile of my adolescence. A little over a year… Continue reading When We Were Young
Dear Anne, The other day I was listening to my guru Dennis Prager’s “happiness hour” on the radio and he was talking about bringing the athletic concept of “no pain no gain” to our personal lives. Specifically, he was talking about how children ultimately lose opportunities for growth (and therefore happiness) when well-intentioned parents shelter… Continue reading No Pain, No Gain