On Waiting
Most of us don’t like to wait. We grow impatient waiting for the traffic light to change, the coffee to brew, the water to boil for the pasta. We glance at our watches as we stand in the checkout line, sit in a doctor’s office, or wait for an elderly person to get to the point of her long and convoluted story. (more…)
Giving Thanks and Doing Thanks
Thanksgiving is one of my favorite days of the year. Why? First of all because it is a holiday celebrated in most countries and by virtually all faiths. Christian, Jewish, Muslim, Hindu, Buddhist, etc., all have the tradition of giving thanks. So, wishing someone a “Happy Thanksgiving,” is always politically correct. (more…)
I Love Letters!
My Dear Friends,
I love letters! I fell in love with them at an early age. I was in seventh grade when I got my first foreign pen-pal. Her name was Carla and she lived in Milan, Italy. I remember the excitement of walking out to our mailbox and finding a letter from Carla. I loved her graceful handwriting and the pretty Italian stamps plastered all over the envelope. My second pen-pal was Visnja from Zagreb, Yugoslavia, followed by others in Japan, Singapore, Denmark, and South Africa. I wrote faithfully to these girls (and others closer to home) until I entered the convent in July 1962. (more…)
Mud Isn't "Just Mud"
When I was writing my book, When the Moon Speaks: Rejoicing in Everyday Miracles, I was searching for new topics to write about. I said to a few friends, “I’ve already written about the moon, dogs, whales, tulips, deserts, corn, and fire. What other topics do you suggest?” My friend Sister Lenette Marcello said, “What about mud?” I was taken aback by her suggestion and said, “Mud? Isn’t mud just mud?” (more…)
Mud Isn’t “Just Mud”
When I was writing my book, When the Moon Speaks: Rejoicing in Everyday Miracles, I was searching for new topics to write about. I said to a few friends, “I’ve already written about the moon, dogs, whales, tulips, deserts, corn, and fire. What other topics do you suggest?” My friend Sister Lenette Marcello said, “What about mud?” I was taken aback by her suggestion and said, “Mud? Isn’t mud just mud?” (more…)
