Go away…but not you!

I’ve decided that there is nothing better than a wedding invitation that gives only GPS coordinates as the location of the mountaintop microwedding. As it has been with most weddings this year, Stephanie and Liam’s mountaintop microwedding was not their original plan. It wasn’t even Plan B. (And maybe this is actually Plan D? I…

Down a flight of black paneled stairs, through a lobby still decorated for Christmas, around a corner, past the fellowship hall, down a utilitarian white block hallway, and into a cozy parlor complete with fireplace and artwork.  She was mere steps from the room where her groom waited to meet her in the church, and…

She a Chevy-driving, cowboy-boot-wearing, wilderness-loving bride. The kind of bride who drives her Chevy to her wedding, pulls on her cowboy boots before walking down the aisle, and bounces (and bounces some more!) up the rutted forest service road for her Sumas Mountain bridal portrait photo session. “Twirl! Just twirl!” And so she did. Each time I asked for a twirl, those…

Dear Ben and Hien, Thank you for sharing your day with me. For skipping out on your final exam study session early, for spending hours and hours shopping for just the right necklace, for interrupting your regularly scheduled day to come hang out at The Loft at Union Square. I mean, there are many things…