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Christmas, Wait Your Turn—Celebrating Thanksgiving With a Grateful Heart

Dear Anne, We will have an empty seat at the table this Thanksgiving, since we lost hubby’s father in April, and losing Barney just last month leaves an empty space under the table, too. And while it’s not in the same league, my oven just broke, days before the biggest cooking marathon of the year—a… Continue reading Christmas, Wait Your Turn—Celebrating Thanksgiving With a Grateful Heart

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The Greatest, Weirdest, Gift–And a Dog’s Goodbye

Dear Anne, Almost four years ago, my mom gave me a great gift. She moved out of my childhood home in Virginia and into a retirement community near me in Pennsylvania, giving us more time with her and fewer worries about her health and safety. Along with that gift, came another one—Grandma’s standard poodle, Barney,… Continue reading The Greatest, Weirdest, Gift–And a Dog’s Goodbye

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Good Vibrations: Saintly Advice for Dry Spells   

  Dear Susan, I knew my check-up had taken a strange turn when my doctor wrote down the name of a personal device on a prescription pad, while giving me a knowing look and assuring me, “It’s made in Denmark.” “Oh, Denmark,” I repeated, unsure of how we ended up on this particular topic. Maybe… Continue reading Good Vibrations: Saintly Advice for Dry Spells   

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Lions and Tigers and …Charisms? Oh My!

Dear Susan, The cow was one of the worst gifts I ever got. In a departure from his usual Scrooge-like behavior, my boss at the time decided to give his staff Christmas gifts of little Cow Parade statuettes that depicted characters from the Wizard of Oz.  One of the assistants got a Glinda the Good… Continue reading Lions and Tigers and …Charisms? Oh My!

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Exercising The Fruits of The Holy Spirit.  And My Thighs, Too.  

Dear Anne, On a blustery December Saturday, I found myself in the Ukrainian American Hall in Philadelphia, in something akin to the yoga warrior pose, praying the rosary (and praying I didn’t fall over). No, I hadn’t stumbled into an ashram run by a band of 60’s throwback nuns, I was practicing SoulCore, a beautiful combination of exercise and… Continue reading Exercising The Fruits of The Holy Spirit.  And My Thighs, Too.