I have recently learned something life-changing: I love marrying people! Between last October and this July, I married ten people. Oh, I guess that sounds bad. Clarification: I did not get married to ten people, I performed five weddings. Yes, I am a legal officiant. It all happened quite accidentally. I was reading an article about Tori Spelling (don’t judge), who had a reality show with her husband (to whom I think she is still married but I haven’t read a tabloid in a while). In the show, they owned a bed and breakfast and Tori performed wedding ceremonies. She went on and on about how easily she became an ordained minister.
September hastens the end of summer vacations, brings on the first football tailgate weekends … and marks the start of the movie season at the Flint Institute of Arts. Which to choose, football or movies? Hmmm…
Yes, I’m a “lefty” — and proud of it! While left-handed people comprise only ten percent of the population, my family was mostly left-handers: me, my father and my two brothers. Some people, however, just don’t understand what it’s like living left-handed in a right-handed world.
A tear rolled down my cheek and splashed the greeting card in my hands as I read, Your blood donation made a real difference. I felt so much better and stronger. I am in Heaven now, but your gift bought me precious time with my family that I might not have had otherwise. Love, Stretch
As Americans, we live in the most forward-thinking, rewarding country in the world. The smell of fireworks still lingers from our celebration of Independence Day as we reflect upon the sacrifices made to ensure our way of life. Our forefathers envisioned a land of prosperity, where hard work was rewarded and everyone was free to pursue happiness.
