Everybody
Oh, Pandora. You slay me with your Pink Martini station. Have a listen with me this evening: Everybody by Ingrid Michaelson (more…)
View ArticleNot As the World Gives
Mass this Sunday was my first of the summer without Taylor. Last week we were in California together. The week before, Seattle. It was a strange feeling, surrounded by people but sitting by myself....
View ArticleTwo as One
Being apart from Taylor has made me realize how much a part of me he is. I am more than just Anne with him; my identity seems prone to shifting without his anchoring presence near me. It’s not that I...
View ArticleToilet Seats
Growing up, we had a lot of rules that our parents set down for our betterment and the general upkeep of the house. Always wash your hands before playing the piano; close the lid and push the bench...
View ArticleEmerald City
Cyclists whizzing by, odd-shaped packages tethered to backs and bikes. Cafes of all quality and variety on so many corners. (more…)
View ArticleNewly Wed
So many smiles. Clapping. Tear-wiping. Even a little whooping and hollering. Mr. & Mrs. for the first time. (more…)
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I have to start again somewhere..
And this is how I’m feeling this spring. Today is the feast of the Annunciation–when an angel told a humble woman “Rejoice, Favored One!” and she gave her Fiat. Today is the first day of Holy Week, the...
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On Becoming A Family
I don’t have many words this week. But I want to share this with you. Here are some pictures of our daughter that we’ve never posted online before. Because we couldn’t. These are not all of the ones I...
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Christ is Risen!
Indeed, He is Risen! I know I post this (almost) every year. And I know you might be tired of the same ol’ stuff on Easter, but that’s the thing about a Mystery. You can come back to it again and again...
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Article 6
Today is Momma’s birthday. She would have been 63. Four years ago, when she died, her birthday fell on Easter Sunday. She missed it by just a month. I am missing her in all sorts of new ways this time...
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Boston..
Every year when we were in Boston we watched the marathoners run by. There was the year we sat atop a grassy hill (just after Heartbreak) with wine, ahem, I mean juice and cheese and salami. There was...
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On Material Things
She hadn’t bought me nail polish for years. Perhaps since I was a little girl. But I had been pitting cherries for her jam all afternoon and my nails looked awful. Certainly not nice enough for church...
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Enough
You know, I used to long for a big family. Twenty-three children was not too many. I saw myself barefoot and pregnant for a majority of my married life. I would have been happy to count the number of...
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Christmastime Is Here
Dear Family and Friends, Christmas is a time of memory. It seeps in through every aspect of the season and floods our hearts to overflowing. It is beautiful and rich and sometimes sorrowful, but there...
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Old Friends
I hadn’t even seen them, except in pictures, for more than three years. And I wasn’t expecting to see them for several more months, at least. You see, fine china isn’t a daily necessity a mere two...
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