I started smelling it on Wednesday, at first in quick bursts when the wind blew: The sour, thick stench of death somewhere in the yard. I was down by the driveway gate, putting a trash bag in the bin, and I noticed it and thought ew, something smells dead and got on with my business. The next day, I smelled it again. I was on the deck, watering plants, and it hit me like a…
Richard, It has been one year since we married. I am grateful every day for how easy it is to love you. How having a family and a home with you feels at every moment like the right, best thing I could do. I am surprised every day by how easily you smile at me in the morning, in the afternoon, at night in the dark before we fall sleep. How you say sweet things…
This time last year, I was feverishly developing plans for my upcoming July wedding. And not, like, elaborate plans, but things like “how many star outlines of different sizes can I effectively fit onto this many pieces of glittery cardstock?” I designed and crafted my ass off and had a ton of fun doing it (depite my complaints of sore scissor hands at the time). You can read about those efforts here, as I have…
I’m getting married. You hear me? Married. MARRIED! I’m not sure I ever really believed I’d do such a thing. Once upon a time I was in high school when marriage was entirely abstract and I had dreams about Husbands and Children but in reality I knew I had to go to college and do some other shit first so it was a nice thought but nothing too pressing. And then some boys told me…
It’s hard to think about without wincing but sometimes my mind wanders and I think of the stupid things I’ve done to get men to love me. How I’ve shushed that voice inside me that protested. How I’ve talked my way around it. How I knew going in that it was a bad idea but how I convinced myself that no matter what at least I’d get a good story out of it. It’s always…
“Love is friendship on fire.” I read that somewhere once, many years ago. Actually, I read the French translation, “L’amour est l’amitie sur le feu,” and thought it sounded so wonderful that I jotted it down and kept it in my metaphorical pocket. It sounded nice, like something I’d like to try some day. I was right. Through some magical combination of dumb luck and brilliant dating-site algorithms, I now get to spend my life…
Sometimes when I’m feeling particularly wistful, I think that it would be nice to get married someday — don’t laugh! It’s possible that someone might actually consider me suitable for legally enforced, lifelong partnership some day before I die! — and if that were to happen, I would want this song to be the first song we danced to as a married couple, be it on a floor of grass or sand or wooden planks…
More than three decades and my dad still calls my mom his “green-eyed beauty.” Cheers, you crazy kids.
This is one of the sweetest things I have ever seen: Congratulations to Mary and Kepa! May you have many, many happy years together.
I’m so busy sorting through hundreds of photos of Lesley and Chris’ wedding at Graceland — which was so sweet — that this picture of the chapel stained glass will just have to do for now. Cheers to them! I hope they have a long and happy life together. [Project 365]
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