Dear Anne, “I love Jesus but I drink a little”. The saying on our wine cups Friday night could be the subtitle to the Edel Gathering 2017 we attended last weekend in Austin. There was Texas barbecue, bad karaoke, crazy shoes, prayers, good karaoke, talks that made us laugh and cry and of course, a… Continue reading Thank You For Being a Friend
Dear Susan, Misty-eyed, I help my daughter into her white dress and sparkly shoes. Her hair and nails are freshly done, waiting for her veil. The cake and flowers are ready for a celebration. Nope, it is not a wedding. At an age when some of my friends are starting to see their daughters down… Continue reading A Springtime Thanksgiving
Dear Anne, “They have no more wine.” I was glad to read that Pope Francis finds Mary’s words at the wedding in Cana as distressing as I do–no wine on a Friday night is trauma enough for me, much less at a wedding. “But imagine finishing a wedding party drinking tea — it would… Continue reading A Bottle of Red, A Bottle of White . . . Or the Wedding Bell Blues?