It’s an Indian wedding with all the trimmings — drums, gongs, garlands of flowers, priestly blessings and flocks of women wearing gorgeous saris. I’m a Westerner. What do I wear? Read more.
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The Mother-of-the-Groom Diaries: Snapping Pictures at My Son’s Wedding
My trusty point and shoot goes with me everywhere these days. But for my son’s wedding I resolved to Be In The Moment and resist the temptation to digitize every last detail of my son’s big day. Read more.
The Mother-in-Law Diaries: A Groom’s Dinner at a Place Called the Bachelor Farmer
The wedding ceremony was going to be a simple one, so there was no need for an actual rehearsal. But that didn’t mean we couldn’t have ourselves a rehearsal dinner. Read more.
The Mother-of-the-Groom Diaries: The Day Before the Big Day
In a little more than twenty-four hours our son Peter would be a married man. But first, he and Jon had to pick up their wedding duds. My outfit was already hanging in the closet. Read more.
The Mother-of-the-Groom Diaries: They Did It. They Got Married
They pulled it off. They got married. They said their vows. They were pronounced husband and wife in Minneapolis on May 25.
In the Garden: Look What Happened to My Front Yard Over the Weekend
I wasn’t looking. I was at the computer all weekend with my back to the world. When I finally took a bleary look out the window Monday morning, I saw a front yard crazy with life — poppies, blue-eyed grass, armeria, pansies and several lascivious stalks of lupine blossoms. Read more.
A Dad, a Mom and an 8-Year-Old With a Bashed Lip
At 7 on a Saturday night, eight-year-old Peter came home from the park with a lip the size of a ping-pong ball. He had been hit by a hardball on the fly. I wanted to take him to the ER. Jon said no, it was just a fat lip. Read more.