When I blogged about why I cringe while listening to marrying couples read vows they’ve written themselves, I got called “cynical”, “bitter”, and (my personal favorite) “a little black cloud.” (I just love that expression; it’s really the perfect mix of adorable and evil. Kind of like me.) Now I’d like to cement my reputation…
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Mazel Tov. Now Please Shut Up.
You’ve probably seen the proposal video making the rounds this week—a gent in Portland organized about 60 friends and family members into a lip-synched song and dance number to the tune of Bruno Mars’s “I Think I Wanna Marry You” in order to pop the question to his adorable pixie-haircut-sporting lady love. There are the…
The Time of My Life
On Wednesdays the City of Miami Beach screens a movie on the wall of the Frank Gehry-designed New World Symphony Building, and, depending on what the flick is, my husband and I join hundreds of other Miami Beach residents in the park opposite the building to watch it. This Wednesday’s had been on our calendar…
Love Snacks
Shakespeare wrote that music may be the food of love. Assuming he really existed as one person, he was smart and prolific, so I’m sure he knows whereof he speaks. But I’d like to make a case for actual food being what nourishes love, especially in its liminal stages. I’m not talking about aphrodisiacs, foods…
In Defense of Hallmark on Valentine’s Day.
I’m all for hating on holidays that make single people feel marginalized. Or any event that does for that matter. (Even as I type I can hear the voice of every lector at every wedding I’ve been to where the bride and groom have chosen the reading that starts “Two are better than one.” That…