I love anniversaries. Sort of like the beginning of a new year they give us permission to look around, count up and take stock. John and I have been together twenty seven years. This year I…
Twenty-four years ago the leaves were just turning orange and red all over the Midwest. The Cardinals were in the sixth game of the World Series and I was 25 years old and flirting with…
We grew up in a big wedding culture. John had a Catholic childhood complete with big bawdy beer soaked receptions with fried chicken and mostaccioli. I was from the Protestant side of town where we…
