Dear Susan, The Ascension, veterans, the deaths of Gregg Allman and Roger Moore. There was a lot to write about this last weekend in May. However, as we wrap up the month of Mary, I wanted to end May the same way we began it, with motherhood. You wrote a few months ago about our… Continue reading From Here to Maternity
Dear Anne, When we first met, back in the Stone Age, if someone had told us we’d be the godmothers to each others’ children, we might have looked at each other and said, “Who? HER?” And I know we wouldn’t have believed that 17 years would separate my oldest child and your youngest. But last weekend,… Continue reading Of Fake Men and Fairly Wonderful Godmothers
Dear Anne, It’s been a week of revolving doors around our house. I walked in the door from my trip to “America’s Favorite Bridge Tournament” in Gatlinburg to a living room filled with boxes and furniture, three extra cars in my driveway and a fourth dog in my kitchen. Jack and his girlfriend Alex had arrived… Continue reading You Say Goodbye, I Say Hello
Dear Anne, I admit I didn’t quite know what to make of the praise singing that started last weekend’s Blessed is She retreat. Being from Virginia and living in Philadelphia, I’m nothing if not traditional and I’d never experienced hymns (much less contemporary worship songs) outside of a church. But what a retreat weekend… Continue reading Blessed is She–Beloved and Chosen
Dear Susan, Not to get too Forrest Gump on you, but it occurred to me the other day that Confession is like coffee. It is usually something you are not crazy about as a child but come to love, appreciate, and need as an adult. Absolution can give you a caffeine-like rush that can… Continue reading A Craving for Confession?
Dear Anne, It was a gorgeous morning in Puerto Rico but the weather was doing nothing to improve my mood. Our forced-family-fun trip wasn’t going quite as I had hoped and I was sitting by the pool, a little annoyed I had to wait for my slow-moving and less-than-appreciative kids. I was distracted from my… Continue reading Stealth Motherhood Under the Puerto Rican Sun
Dear Anne, “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you. You don’t know how much you helped me last Christmas!” I recognized Cathy from church, our kids were roughly the same age, but they were at different schools and our paths hadn’t really crossed before. I certainly didn’t remember anything special I had done for her… Continue reading Have Yourself a Perfectly Imperfect Little Christmas