Here's what I know about love: All genuine love is unconditional; there is no other possibility. Ours was not an "I love you" kind of family. It was loving, to be sure, but it was governed with the restraint of good manners, tact and patrician reserve. "I love you" was, in our tribal lexicon, a … Continue reading The unconditionals.
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Tilt shift.
Here is what I know about marriage: The only marriage I'll ever really know anything about is my own, and I really know only half of that. In the half I know, I see things from only my own limited view; I know what it's like for me being married to Bernard, which is probably … Continue reading Tilt shift.
A lesson for my love.
My dear, sweetest daughter, I see the day, coming like a freight train, when you will morph from geeky adolescence into a girl who cares about Valentine's Day in an entirely new way. In a blink there you'll be, sorting through matters of the heart and deciding on your own who is and isn't worthy … Continue reading A lesson for my love.
Order of operations.
It is time to divulge a secret about myself that very few people know: I'm a math geek. Not a Rainman, slay-the-tables-in-Vegas math geek, just a place-out-of-freshman-math-at-Princeton math geek. My dad was a math geek, and we used to have fun making up goofy algebra problems for no good reason other than to entertain ourselves. … Continue reading Order of operations.
Being real.
"I swear, I'm going to post an ugly picture of myself just so everyone can see my NOT perfect life and how FAKE this all is."friend's recent Facebook entry Growing up I had a mighty struggle with the superficial prettiness required in the South. My master plan, when I graduated high school, was to leave … Continue reading Being real.
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