When I got married at 24, I assumed it would be my only marriage. Don’t most people believe that about themselves?
I came across this photo in an old album tonight and it felt as though it was from another lifetime. But that’s me up there next to the lovely woman in the white dress. That’s my best man, Larry, to my right. That’s her best friend, Monique, on her left. That’s Rev. Leroy Anthony officiating. That’s his wife, Martha, at the organ on the right. That’s my father and his second wife on the right side of the second pew.
And that’s the woman who I married back then. In the interest of her privacy, I’m not going to be much more specific or show her face. There’s nothing to hide, but I just see no reason to drag her face into my musings tonight.

We’re neither friends nor enemies, just strangers who share the past
‘This path leads to somewhere I think I can finally say, I’m home’
When love finally dies, it’s like a fever breaks and the pain is gone
Tired of Obama? Electing Romney or another Republican won’t help
Out of touch: Most politicians, media don’t understand ‘the real world’
Beauty queen’s suicide leaves me pondering lesson of Richard Cory
What makes good science fiction? Aya Katz and I discuss ‘Podkayne’
How we live our lives can allow us to redeem dark family history
Living behind a mask means you won’t allow real self to be loved