The French writer Colette captured these passionate conflicting thoughts of a new bride: “The day after that wedding night I found that a distance of a thousand miles, abyss and discovery and irremediable metamorphosis, separated me from the day before.” She captures...
“I think David should wear a white tuxedo,” my dad insisted. “He is just as pure as Sabrina, so why shouldn’t he dress in white for his wedding day?” With smirking eyes, my spouse-to-be and I attempted to explain to my dad that white suits were cool in the ‘70s...
