I walked my dogs this morning and came across a realtor putting up a For Sale sign two blocks up from my house. I only know these neighbors to wave and say hello. I don’t even know their first names. I know they have great landscaping and super Christmas decorations every year. I always admire…
A Letter to Darrell Sifford’s Son
I thought I’d meet Darrell Sifford in person one day. He’d already become a twice a week fixture in my life with his columns in the Philadelphia Inquirer. Every Wednesday and Sunday, were special days to sit with hot coffee and scour the Family section for his words. It felt like meeting a wise friend…
Getting Ready for Erma Bombeck’s Writers Conference
I’m like a kid on Christmas morning when it comes to catching a plane to Dayton Ohio for Erma Bombeck’s Writers Conference. I am giddy packing my bags, which I do nine months before my flight. I usually re-pack it month, just in case I missed something. I am the one who calls Terri Rizvi…
Choir Misfits
I recently attended a women’s retreat at our church, St. John Vianney. I needed some quiet time with God to thank Him for all my blessings. Forty other women filled the room. I think all women need some quiet time to reflect. This was our time. The gals at my table were sharing song…
My Almost Friend, Ruth
We were both early for our eight a.m. blood work. I sat next to an elderly woman on a bench in the waiting area in the atrium. I smiled and said, “Good morning.” She returned a hello with a heavy Maine accent. I learned her name was Ruth. She was about five-foot-two, with short gray…