Dear Anne, I used to think my neighbors were crazy. Each year they would put up their Christmas tree and decorate it on Christmas Eve after their kids (all nine of them!) went to bed. They waited until the 24th for carols and Christmas cookies. I thought they were gluttons for punishment (with nine kids,… Continue reading It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like–Advent?
Dear Susan, We need a little Christmas – NOW! While I know you had a great 2018, I also know the rest of us are more than ready to see the year end. For us, the year had a rocky start, and the avalanches just kept coming. It is no wonder then, that I joined… Continue reading We Need a Little Christmas in the Neighborhood
Dear Anne, On Saturday, I found myself in heaven on earth, surrounded by thousands of wagging tails and wet noses; a heaven I can visit every year, right before Thanksgiving. While The National Dog Show is broadcast on Thanksgiving Day, it actually takes place the weekend before, just outside of Philadelphia. Do you think I’d miss… Continue reading Everything I Need to Know About Thanksgiving I Learned at the Dog Show
Dear Susan, As we approached the wedding venue, Ted whispered, “Just so you know, we’re sitting on the groom’s side.” I snorted in response; we were attending our first same-sex union. It was all the groom’s side. This led to a plethora of other questions: would both grooms walk down the aisle (they did), would… Continue reading The Bridegrooms Cometh
Dear Anne, “Rita couldn’t have the surgery. It’s spread to her lymph nodes.” I was at church for our annual Mass of Remembrance—a lovely Mass for all those who died in the past year, with individual candles for each of the deceased. Ironically, I was there to light the candle for my friend Claire (her… Continue reading Don’t You Forget About Me
Dear Susan, Liam woke himself up this Sunday from his standard Homily Nap saying, “I know this one!” To say this is unusually engaged behavior from our son during Mass is an understatement, so even I paid attention. The priest was talking about the internet equality meme showing a series of skeletons saying “Underneath… Continue reading A Bare Bones Season
Dear Anne, “Look for the helpers.” Those were the words Fred Rogers’ mother would say to him when he was scared by images of disasters on TV, encouraging him to look beyond the trauma and chaos to those who were stepping in to aid the afflicted. I was reminded of her wisdom these past weeks… Continue reading Look for the Helpers–And Be One, Too