Dear readers, I thought you might enjoy reading the story behind “I Love You, Lord,” a guest post I recently wrote for Makes You Mom.

I Love You, Lord, but: Live in a dorm for three months? At age fifty? What a way to celebrate the Five-O milestone.

No nails or screws. No thumbtacks or tape, even—dorm rules nixed hanging any personal decor. At least the barracks sported fresh paint. Thin walls leaked every sound, each word spoken.

Ancient plumbing simulated banshees with microphones. A dawn shower risked waking the dead. A flush goosed pipes to operatic range. I never saw a drinking glass shatter at a high note but braced for the possibility.

Thin walls leaked every sound, each word spoken. (click to continue reading)