Andrée Seu Peterson

Andrée is a senior writer for WORLD Magazine. Her commentary has been compiled into three books, including Won't Let You Go Unless You Bless Me, a collection of reflective essays written in the wake of her husband's death. Andrée resides in Philadelphia, Penn.


The living room

| The place where an unlikely pair of fishermen cast their nets
by Andrée Seu Peterson
Posted 8/19/00, 12:00 am

Tucked into an endless commercial strip-a Dunkin Donuts, a smattering of real estate agents, an oversaturation of T-shirt stores, and other Cape Cod artifacts-was once an unprepossessing family residence. Unlikely danger. A divine ambush.

It was 1974 by the clock, the winding down of Nam. Five years after Woodstock and four years before Jim Jones's Guyana.

That is to say, it was the last sputtering gasps of bellbottoms, of the omnipresent whiff of illegal substances, of unbounded terrible possibility.

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Declaring independence

| This literary revolution embraced a dependence upon self
by Andrée Seu Peterson
Posted 8/05/00, 12:00 am

On Walden Pond we strolled upon an August afternoon, my sister's family and I, trying to inhale the vapors of Henry David Thoreau, not knowing how much he was already in the warp and woof of us.

We had come to Concord on a lark, to put our steps in his footsteps, and those of Emerson, Hawthorne, and the Alcotts. We had come to fathom the mystery: how so much literary energy had welled up from such a small piece of real estate just northwest of Boston. Was there something in the water?

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Leggo my scruples

National | A consumer's lament: What to do when my true feelings about breakfast foods do not fit inside a checkbox
by Andrée Seu Peterson
Posted 7/01/00, 12:00 am

It wasn't a likely place for temptation, and she wasn't a likely temptress. I have a cousin who needs a 12-Step program to stay away from Bloomingdale's, but that's never been one of my particular besetting sins. I had made my pickup at "The Wall" and ridden a half-dozen times up and down the escalator with a two-year-old, thus fulfilling the two objectives I'd set out with. I had made it through the mall without coveting my neighbor's wealth, or lusting after my neighbor's spouse, and, the commandments intact, we were heading for the exit.

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