That’s me in the photograph. I was a first time flower girl; and it was one of my great uncles who was getting married. He was only 15 months older than my mother.
Can you imagine? The uncle and the niece were probably in diapers at the same time. It’s unsettling enough to think of your parents having sex, but your grandparents. And your great grandparents. Good God!
You will never know how much I hated that dress. It was tulle, but it was rough and scratchy, and it felt like I was encased in barbed wire. For most of the night I squirmed and twitched like I was possessed. And when we finally got Continue reading →
I was kinda tough on the US last week. Not trying to be mean or nasty, just expressing my feelings. And they’re still my feelings, in case you’re wondering. But since then the US Supreme Court has made some really good decisions, at least in my opinion. So I think it’s only fair I mention it. Can’t just dish out criticism without giving praise when it’s due, can you?
To be honest I wasn’t so sure they (the judges) had it in them. But they did and both President Obama and the American public ended up having a very good week. About time, if you ask me. Joy has been in short supply lately.
Gay and lesbian couples are now finally free to get married in every state in the country. All 50 of them. Hallelujah!
But while I’m on the subject of marriage, how is it that polygamy is okay? Not to Continue reading →
It’s interesting, the things we remember from long ago. Really long, like our childhood. And what triggers those memories. Last week I called my aunt. The last of my mother’s sisters who’s still alive. She’s far from young now and not so well and I guess, when I got off the phone, I was a bit melancholy. Ours had been such a large, and close knit family and there’s not many left.
I didn’t think much about it right after the call, but I guess it must have been weighing on my mind. Because days later, while reading, I suddenly had a flashback. I was really young, maybe three or four, five at the most. I was in a car. My grandfather was driving. My father was in the passenger seat. My aunt, this same aunt, her fiancé (very recent) and I were all sharing the back seat.
Like most little kids I was jabbering away. It was clear this was not my aunt’s idea of heaven. I could tell because she sighed a lot,