A Toast to UnMarriage People
Last Friday, I was overflowing with such joy and gratitude that I didn’t want to ruin the buzz to focus on Justice Kennedy’s opinion. But it’s a new week. Here’s an excerpt:
No union is more profound than marriage, for it embodies the highest ideals of love, fidelity, devotion, sacrifice, and family. In forming a marital union, two people become something greater than once they were. As some of the petitioners in these cases demonstrate, marriage embodies a love that may endure even past death. It would misunderstand these men and women to say they disrespect the idea of marriage. Their plea is that they do respect it, respect it so deeply that they seek to find its fulfillment for themselves. Their hope is not to be condemned to live in loneliness, excluded from one of civilization’s oldest institutions. They ask for equal dignity in the eyes of the law. The Constitution grants them that right.
A few parts really chafe:
No union is more profound…
In forming a union, 2 people become something greater than once they were…
Their hope is not to be condemned to live in loneliness….
One of my favorite tweets from Friday was from a gay friend, who immediately after the ruling wrote, “OMG, I’m an old maid in 50 states.” I say, welcome to the club, filled with multilayered members (some may just be passing through) who have robust lives full of love, good works, family and union. No matter the bias, FPS community, let’s continue to own our single truth.
New Yorker cartoon by Tom Toro
What’s For Dinner?
At the Farmer’s Market this past Sunday, I picked up a beautiful Gaya melon that I’ll be draping with prosciutto as a first course. Then, I’m grilling chicken-apple sausages and fresh corn. It’s a perfect summer feast for one.
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Painting by Karen Appleton
Love Child
Last week, my dog sprained her paw while rough-housing with a spirited and much younger black Labrador. She got stepped on and squealed. Watching her limp around nearly broke my heart. The vet recommended rest and anti-inflammatory medication. No long walks, no jumping on the bed or running up and down stairs. I carried her around and, in the process, buffed up my biceps. What we’ll do for love.
Illustration by Brooke Barker
Cooler Season
As we approach the summer solstice, I’m grateful for all the daylight and central AC. What’s on your summer gratitude list?
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Last Summer by Michael Johansson
The Taste of Sorrow
Charleston, South Carolina, we mourn with you.
The Taste of Sorrow by René Magritte
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