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My Grandfather and I


my grandfather runs Mayfair

he drag races his Lincoln

with the light-up interior

like a faded disco ball


when I was eight

we’d live on weekends

in the same diner

with the same wrinkled waitress

in a matching apron

straw soldiers in a deep pocket

brushed our table as she

poured more coffee


the smell always

wrapped me like home

in home fries and

Church incense


I’d beg for the same

silver dollar hot cakes

small stack

too much for a tiny girl


I was still tiny then


whole milk with chocolate syrup

plastered to the sides

my stomach ached with

the most glorious clockwork


my grandfather tucked

twenty dollar bills

into my small hands

he took his teeth out

held them like pearls

I screamed and turned away

I laughed and threw my arms

around his neck


his house is a museum of

taxidermy things

I ran my fingers through

the dust of a bear’s tongue


kiwis grew in the garden out back

he handed me one

I rolled it in my hands

tried to see the future


I cook for him sometimes

he reminds me how

I never stopped

dreaming out loud


we sit under stars

my grandfather and I

we drink chianti

and talk about the past



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Pure. Bliss.

Well, the craziness is over. The planning, the praying for sunny weather, the hope that all goes smoothly, the anticipation of stepping into a whole new level of awesomeness with the man I love. The weather was perfect (a monsoon set in the following day!), the alcohol flowed, tears and laughter were in abundance, and wearing black meant whatever was spilled on my dress that day – well, who the hell cares.

Friends, I return to you as a married woman.


Isn’t he the cutest? Those suspenders! ::swoon::

Things were relatively intimate – about 75 people flowed in and out of our home and backyard that day. And what better place to hold our special day than the very place we are building our life together? (My dad totally put up that fence in 2 days. Need a fence? Let me know.)

All the bawling I did didn’t even make my eyeliner run! The red lipstick on the other hand….let’s just say Joe was rockin’ the Joker look at the end of the ceremony.

I couldn't help but do way too much of THIS.

I couldn’t help but do way too much of THIS.

Some hilarious – and awkward – speeches were made from our best friends and family, and I even managed to make my father cry. Twas the best day EVER.

Like our toasting flutes?

Like our toasting flutes?

So in love with our cake.

So in love with our cake.

And now the really fun part begins; spending the rest of my days with my best friend.




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