Dear Anne, What’s better than a college football weekend in the South? This weekend we were in Clemson, where the football is great and the tailgating is even better. It’s been said that in the South college football is almost a religion, and you certainly can’t deny the fans’ passion. And when you think about… Continue reading Are You Ready For Some Football?
Dear Anne, You know I believe in God winks, not coincidences, right? Well, this weekend He gave me a wink that even my jet-lagged self couldn’t miss. Because my body was still on Spanish time (we landed Saturday afternoon), I was up much earlier than usual Sunday morning. Because hubby picked up a stomach bug… Continue reading Man Plans, God Winks
Dear Susan, We didn’t get Sluggo, our dusty brown mini-van, for me or for the kids. We got it because, after mom’s 6th stroke, she couldn’t step up high enough to get into my old car when I ferried her to our house and various doctors’ appointments. I remember the moment I broke it to… Continue reading On Humility and the Mini-Van
Dear Susan, The suitcases are in the hall, ready to go out before dawn. My husband is upstairs in the guest room so that he won’t wake me at 4:30, suit laid out, shoes and briefcase set close by. He is on the road again. I have spent a lot of time resenting his going,… Continue reading A Fine Bromance: My Husband and St. Joseph the Worker
Dear Anne, A few weeks ago, we lost another member of the Greatest Generation when hubby’s father, the son of Greek immigrants and veteran of the War in the Pacific, passed away. While our loss is personal, I feel that every time another of that cohort dies, our country is a little poorer for it.… Continue reading The Greatest Generation and the Greatest Love
Dear Anne, On the first day of 1985, I remember my mother saying to me, “This is going to be a big decade for you.” I wasn’t quite sure what she meant, because, like all most young people, I couldn’t fathom looking forward ten years. Heck, looking ahead the two years to college graduation felt like… Continue reading The Winds of Change
Dear Anne, 1644 miles. That’s how far I drove on my road trip to Tennessee and back last week. The trip had its genesis when I agreed to play in “America’s Favorite Regional Bridge Tournament” in Gatlinburg and quickly grew in scope when I realized I could visit family and do some genealogy nearby. Nearby being relative,… Continue reading All Roads Lead to Love