I am not a morning person which makes it all the more alarming when I woke up at 6am. I felt like there was something in my right eye. I tip-toed to the bathroom and tried flushing it out with…
Happy Birthday to My Married Self
No, I do not feel any different being married. Nor do I feel any different turning 35. What I do feel is tired. I’m extremely exhausted. Sleep is what this birthday girl needs. Lots of sleep. I slept in on…
A Mother’s Gratitude
Cat, I just came back from the Cathedral noon mass to thank God for your 35 years of blessings: good health, good education, good job, and now a good husband, good friends, and opportunities to see the world. I don’t…
Wedding #2: Part II
He told me I looked beautiful and he genuinely meant it. He said he might cry. “I’d give you a hug, but I don’t want to mess you up,” Marc smiled. Whereas my friend heightened me to celebrity status, my…
Acceptable Favoritism
After our Catholic ceremony while drinking champagne at the Elite Café, I goaded my mom, “Which of my friends do you like the most?” I didn’t think she would say anyone. I figured she’d say there were qualities she liked…
Wedding #2: Part I
“Have another sip of champagne. It’s good for you. I always tell my brides to enjoy themselves. What’s the point if you can’t drink?” My makeup artist had mastered the art of dexterously applying individual fake eyelashes and chatting nonstop….
Politics Schmolitics
Before I get to the wedding, I thought I’d write about something really ridiculous that we heard while driving home from Palm Springs. It was a super-conservative, ultra-right-wing talk show where the host was vilifying Obama as a dumbass. To…
Wedding Blues
Let’s start with the bad. I’m not even going to refrain from swearing. No matter how much planning you do, I understand that there are going to be hiccups. But I want to vomit when I think of my DJ….
Italian Wedding Party
I really don’t like being the center of attention. When you get married, you’re the star because everyone’s buzzing around you. The hairstylist is fawning over you. The makeup artist is painting your face. Everyone’s staring, oohing, aahing, picture-taking. It…
Of Peripheral Importance
I’ll especially treasure the downtime. The first night we were in Palm Springs, Marc, Dean and I went to Melvyn’s which is one of the oldest fine dining restaurants here. Marc laughed when I gasped, “I think this is where…