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12 years and counting…

Today is the 12th anniversary of this blog. I launched it back in 2008 on the Feast of St. Francis de Sales, patron saint of writers, not really knowing what would happen. Back then, I was able to be here daily, sometimes multiple times per day, a luxury I no longer have. I miss being here with you regularly and I do continually hope that I can increase my presence in the future, but I want to thank all of you who continue to visit. Thank you for being patient, for staying with me, and for lifting me up with your comments and emails when I do get around to posting something here.

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Happy 19th anniversary, amore mio.

Happy anniversary to us, Dennis Poust, even if we have to celebrate apart for the first time in our 19 years of marriage. We’ll make up for it when you get back from Roma.

For the NSS readers out there, I did not toast our anniversary by myself, as the photo to the left might imply. Dennis bought me a dozen roses and we popped a bottle of Prosecco before he left for Italy. The benefit of being apart for our anniversary? We get to have a pre-anniversary celebration and a post-anniversary celebration. We spent the before celebration at The Merry Monk pub in Albany, and we plan to spend our post-celebration at the slinky, sexy Speakeasy, also in downtown Albany.  Read more

This was our wedding day first

Happy anniversary to us. Sixteen years ago today, Dennis and I were married at Our Lady of the Assumption Church in the Bronx. And what a lovely day it was. Windy, but lovely. Seems like yesterday. Then I look at our three beautiful children and remember it’s been quite a few years since that photo above was taken at our reception.

We went for unconventional. Because we are unconventional. I remember, as I walked across the street from my apartment to the church, an old lady pointing toward me and saying, “That’s the bride?!?” She assumed I was a bridesmaid because I was in a wine-colored velvet dress. Like I said, unconventional.

The Mass was truly the centerpiece of our wedding day. We walked each other down the aisle, and carefully chose every reading, wrote every prayer of the faithful, picked every song. It was everything we wanted it to be. And then we followed it up with a kick-butt Italian dinner at Spoto’s, a Throggs Neck restaurant. The royal wedding’s got nothing on us. I’ll put our day up to theirs any time.

So I look back with so many fond memories, but I look forward, too — to everything that’s still ahead. I married my best friend, who also happened to be my colleague in the Catholic press. What a combo. I have been blessed.

Happy 16th anniversary, Dennis. I love you. As the plaque in our entry says, “Grow old with me. The best is yet to be.” Here’s our wedding song, “Emotionally Yours,” by Bob Dylan:

Lucky 13

Thirteen years ago today, Dennis and I were married at Our Lady of the Assumption Church in the Pelham Bay section of the Bronx, just across the street from the apartment building where we began our life together. I will never forget that sunny, windy day, when I felt as though I had been given a second lease on life because of Dennis. The fact that we found each other precisely when we did amazes me and reminds me that our journeys through life may twist and turn but they do so with a purpose. We may not realize it at the time, but when we look back — when I look back, at least — I can see the sometimes difficult path I had been on leading me back to New York from Texas so that I would eventually find the person I was meant to marry. Read more