Happy Thanksgiving! As Paul was finishing up getting ready this morning before we headed to my parents’ house for a gluttonous feast, I started thinking about the serious and not-so-serious reasons I’m feeling lucky to be hitched this holiday. Continue reading
I don’t know if you heard, but there was this hurricane called Sandy in the Northeast earlier this week. Paul and I were two of the extremely lucky ones in New York–no damage to our home or car and we haven’t lost power. (But of course, we’re devastated by the images of destruction in our hometown of Staten Island and the other affected areas.) The storm had an unexpected side effect: forcing us both to do our separate jobs in our not-huge apartment for a few days (and counting), which made me realize some surprising things. Continue reading
I scare easily–always have. Paul, on the other hand, is a bit of a daredevil. And when we were on vacation a couple weeks ago, he took one of his bigger risks. Continue reading
Paul and I love traveling, so we’ve made it a priority to fly to many destinations together since college. While we’re still not experts at climbing over each other when we need to use the plane’s potty, we much prefer awkwardly stepping over one another to getting personal with other passengers. And we usually pre-load our laptop with movies and funny clips to watch to pass the time on each flight. So when a recent flight was canceled and we were squeezed onto an alternate and soon-departing flight, we weren’t thrilled that our seats were many, many rows apart. Continue reading
In case your Facebook feed isn’t filled with little kids’ photos framed in the most offensive beige rectangle I’ve ever seen, I’m here to tell you that it’s Gerber Generation Photo Contest time, when hopeful parents submit images of their little ones in exchange for said offensive beige photo frame and a minute shot at winning a college scholarship or a life insurance plan (or something similarly valuable). And it made me realize… Continue reading
At 6:45 a.m. on Wednesday, Paul touched my arm and shook me a little. I woke up to see him sitting up in bed, wide awake, with his glasses on, a startling sight given that Paul usually wears contacts and doesn’t use corrective lenses of any sort when he’s sleeping. Continue reading
My grandmother had been suffering from Parkinson’s disease for decades. And this past Wednesday, June 20th, she stopped suffering. Continue reading
Ordinarily, I crash almost as soon as I get home from a wedding, especially after a two-hour drive, most of which was spent in traffic. But I didn’t want to fall asleep and risk forgetting some important things that occurred to me at this afternoon’s event. Continue reading
Paul’s a fairly predictable person–or maybe it’s just that I’ve known him for 18 years, so I can predict most of his moves. But I have to say: This past Friday night he did something I didn’t think he’d do if his life depended on it. And it was really strange. Continue reading
As you no doubt know, Barack Obama finally spoke out in support of gay marriage, a first for a sitting president. This stirred up all kinds of emotions in Americans, especially in my former college suitemate, Michael (that’s him on the right). I’ve been lucky enough to have been Mike’s friend as he navigated dating life in our Brandeis days to when he proposed to his wonderful boyfriend Aaron (the bespectacled guy on the left). And in June, I’ll witness them tie the knot. Michael drafted a letter to the president, a must-read if I ever saw one. Continue reading