Oh the Bliss!

Every now and then I catch a glimpse of him, the original Addison, in my Addison. Oh wait. Maybe you don't know how my Addison's name came to be? Maybe we've only known each other a few months, instead of a decade, and you think maybe I got her name from the character in Grey's Anatomy. (If you had to google Grey's Anatomy you are my new best friend.) No, she was not named after the former wife of "Dr. McDreamy". (Again, if you had to google that, I love you.) She was named after a different talent. A playwright. A director. A brilliant actor, yes. But not that Addison. I walked into his house at the invitation of a mutual friend for a Bible study. It was held there, I learned, so that he -Addison- didn't have to leave his home. The study leader asked a question and I answered it and Addison challenged me. We engaged in biblical banter for a few minutes until one one of us folded (I refuse to believe it was me, though I bet he woul

Loooking down, I held my phone in one hand, texting freakishly fast with my thumb, and signaled "one second, hush!" with my other hand. Mom. --textingtextingtexting-holdinguponesecondfinger-textingtextingtexting-shhhhhhhh-textingtextingtexting-justasec-textingtextingtexting-- Moooooooooooooom. --textingtextingtexting-holdinguponesecondfinger-textingtextingtexting-shhhhhhhh-textingtextingtexting-justasec-textingtextingtexting-hangon-textingtextingtexting-SHHHH-- MOM! I raised my head and met his eyes, "Child, just a second, I am PRAYING!" "You're praying? It looks like you're texting. Why don't you call them?" Instantly I flashed back to decades ago when my own mother would pick up the landline (do you young people even know what a landline is??? It's a phone, with a cord attached to it, and... oh never mind ), she'd hold up the "one second, hush" finger at me, bow her head, close her eyes and pray with whomever