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
Dear Anne, “It’s great when you can sit down and have a beer with your kids.” About ten years ago I heard those words from my sons’ former fourth grade teacher, Mrs. Chestnut, a woman who exuded such wisdom and calm (a necessity teaching fourth grade boys, for sure) that she was something of a role… Continue reading Have a Beer With Your Kid–and Other Words of Maternal Wisdom
Dear Anne, It’s that time of the year again. Drive any highway and you will see minivans and family SUV’s loaded up with XL twin sheets, mini refrigerators and free-flowing maternal angst. Yes, it’s time for college freshmen to head to school. I’ve done that trip three times, our nest getting a little emptier and… Continue reading Oh, The Places You’ll Go! Dorm Room or Empty Nest?
Dear Anne, This weekend I drove almost eight hours down 95 to help move my baby boy into his first real apartment. He has an internship (paid!) in North Carolina and won’t be home for the summer, and probably never again for any significant amount of time. His childhood home is now for visiting, not for living in.… Continue reading Taking Mother’s Day on the Road