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, A little more than a week ago, I was sitting in the Philadelphia airport during the first of two nor-easter’s we were hit with in the course of seven days. The arrivals and departures board listed cancellation after cancellation, but our flight to South Carolina was miraculously still On Time. Hubby and I… Continue reading I’m Leaving–On a Jet Plane?
Dear Anne, Two days before Christmas, my son popped the question to his then-girlfriend-now-fiancee. So of course I immediately started a mental list of how I could support the young couple of the self-improvement I need to do before the big day. I began Invisalign almost a year ago (which I jokingly called my “mother-of-the-groom teeth”… Continue reading Going to the Chapel and We’re Gonna Get Ready
Dear Anne, As I write this, a light snow is falling and much of the country is in the deep freeze. I love that wonderful, quiet time between Christmas and New Year’s Day. Schedules are loosened, if not jettisoned. Christmas prep is done and there is a feeling of peace that even my 8-foot-high pile… Continue reading A Graduation, a Wedding and a New Patron Saint–Bring On 2018!
Dear Anne, It’s that time of year, when moms in various states of distress, pride and panic post pictures of college drop off. I’ve gone through it three times now, and I admit that my reaction, especially at the last one, was more excitement than anxiety. (Freedom, sweet freedom!) I’ve witnessed a range of reactions… Continue reading What, Me Worry?
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