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Last year we had to put it off, because how can one compete with the death of a father (and who would want to?)...this year, I don’t care if it costs $30 and happens in my parents’ backyard with plastic silverware…I want the family gathered together, the toasts, the ridiculous outfits…I want a public affirmation of the fact that we’re entering our community together, of our love and passion and creativity.

Kind of like a Bar Mitzvah, but sexy.

It’s about more than enshrining one’s childhood.
Tattoos and drunk dials are not sufficient means to maintain those things that are so deep rooted as to be almost unconscious.
Henry Island will be a masterpiece if Stripe would only call me back.

My grandma came over at the age of 18, changed her name, and only went back once, when my dad was 2. No one ever seemed to question why. The way things are going in the US, I would like to have the safety net of a double passport behind me, as I find the Bush administration frightening to say the least, and I do love the hawthorn/hedgerow combo…