To My Parents on Their 50th Anniversary

Snapshot of the author’s parents, 2013

Today is my parents’ 50th anniversary.  On January 27, 1968, in a Russian Orthodox church in central Pennsylvania, an 18-year-old and a 22-year-old made a commitment to one another.  They upheld their vows to the very end.

It’s uncommon today for couples to marry so young and to stay together.  My parents came of age in a different time and culture, a world where starter marriages weren’t yet a thing and the median age of a U.S. bride was 20.8 (by 2015, the number had risen to 27.1).  Still, it’s pretty amazing that a teenage bride and a groom in his early twenties chose each other and stuck together for all those years. Read more

Our Love Story

A driftwood heart that my husband and I found on the beach right after we got married

I’m not that into Valentine’s Day — it’s so commercialized, and do we really need someone to tell us when to show our affection? Nevertheless, I thought today would be an appropriate day to tell my love story. (I hope my husband isn’t too embarrassed.) If you don’t like sappy, this may not be the post for you. Read more