My cousins Joe and Mary have three children. The oldest boy is married to an ethnic Chinese woman from Vietnam. The middle son is married to a Pennsylvania farmer’s daughter. The youngest, a girl, is married to an African-American. This is coming to you from a family that, just two generations ago, thought when my Uncle Albert (Italian) married Aunt Jean (Polish), the world was spinning slightly off its axis.
When I read about the interracial couple who were stabbed because they kissed in public and some racist thought that was just too much to ask him to bear, my Continue reading →
No, seriously. I look at this picture of my high school senior brother and wonder how that much dorkdom could possibly have had enough room to live in the same house as my enormous dorkdom. It’s the Buddy Holly glasses that make it great. 
You look as good as ever.