April 12th, 1980

This past week was my parent's 30th wedding anniversary. She had just turned 28, he had just turned 30. They had known each other for 3 years and had already "married themselves" outside at the Cathedral of the Pines in Rindge, NH a year before.

parent's wedding
She was 5 months pregnant with my older sister and I think she viewed the church wedding as almost a formality, because hey, she was already devoted and committed to my father.

parent's wedding
The ceremony took place at a teeny chapel in Southern Maryland in the early morning. They dug up several forsythia bushes from an abandoned gas station, clipped some and replanted the rest outside as a thank you for the church. Each spring when the forsythia blooms, they get a little kick thinking about it.

parent's wedding
It was a close family and friends only wedding. No aunts, no cousins, or fuss, or seating charts. No DIY extravaganza projects. They just picked up the bouquet and corsages from the florist that morning, my aunt Terri (holding the baby) made a carrot cake, they went out to a big lunch and then my parents went to the Kennedy Center for a performance of Giselle. Is this kind of wedding still even possible?

Her dress was a Gunne Sax that cost $60 from Woodward and Lopthrop in DC. She kept it hanging on her wall displayed for my whole childhood, so everyday she'd wake up and be reminded of her wedding.

parent's wedding

They have a really strong relationship and I think it boils down to the fact that they talk. A lot. Everyday. They talk through every thought and concern and problem. They also joke a lot, which means they laugh a lot.

But my favorite thing about them is that whenever I have my camera out, my dad will swoop down and give my mom a big, romantic smooch. Without fail, they still kiss for the camera and it gets me every time.

The Goof Troop

My folks are celebrating their 30th wedding anniversary (more on that later) in the Bahamas, so now I'm hosting a week and a half long puppy summer camp for their two dogs. Long walks in the park, ice cream runs, cat chasing, guest appearances at Saipua.

My mom's poodle Muffy is painfully cute. She is teeny-tiny and a tad mentally ill. It's taken 5 years for me to be able to pick her up without her peeing in terror. She was a rescue and came from a neglectful and abusive home, so she has a pretty good excuse. But somehow, the crazy only adds to her cuteness. I find myself baby talking to this dog for hours.

Chewpee is my dad's 14 year old beagle. Ladies love him because he's so handsome and sensitive, just like my dad. He's been sporting my favorite bandana since he arrived. He loves going for walks in Brooklyn, the smells are like triple intense compared to the woods back home.

Those of you who know me well know that I once had a dog of my own. He was my first "sole ownership" dog, my best friend and little buddy. He died two years ago and all I have to do is think about it for 5 minutes and guaranteed a few tears will be shed. I've been resolutely holding off on getting another dog since then. I'm so busy, I'm so poor, blah blah blah..... but I can feel my resolve cracking. Meee waant doggie. GIMMEEE DOGGIEE NOW.

Make way for ducklings

I would apologize in advance for turning this corner of the internet into a steady stream of old Merrick photos but I am not sorry and there for I will not be apologizing.

Every year my mom would buy Micha and I baby ducklings and chicks for our easter baskets. We kept them inside as pets for as long as we could, snuggling them on the couch while watching Jesus Christ Superstar and taking baths with the ducklings. The unforeseen problem with duckling baths is the duck poop in the tub, but luckily my mom wasn't fanatical about stuff like that.

Right now all my apartment windows are open for the first time so far this year. I brought some forsythia back with me from Maryland and it actually feels like Easter, baby ducklings or no. The extent of my celebrating culminated in an inaugural $5 iced coffee thingy and a walk around the block. No turning back now, baby, it's spring.

My old man

Tuesday was my dad's 60th birthday and I'm so happy I got to drive down to Maryland to celebrate. Those that know him know he isn't one for parties or presents or fuss, we just wandered the U.S. Botanic Garden and went to Chinatown for dinner.


My dad really amazes me. He's a rare combination of brilliant, witty, humble, honest and articulate. You can be talking in circles for hours about something and he'll just be able to distill it down to single sentence and get right to the heart of it.

People feel immediately comfortable with him. People respect him. People love the heck out of him, myself included. Happy Sixty, dad.