By |2017-06-14T15:21:28-05:00July 12th, 2010|Marriage|

I've talked about tattoos before. I have a love affair with tattoos. Not the obnoxious, in your face kind. The special ones. Reserved for the most precious of reasons. I'm not poetic about very many things, but there is something impossibly romantic about the thought of etching a memory permanently into your flesh. Which says [...]

Permanence. I rock at it.

By |2017-06-14T15:58:16-05:00February 9th, 2010|Marriage|

When I was 15, I decided I wanted to get a tattoo. A butterfly.  On my left lower hip bone. No reputable tattoo parlor would tattoo a 15 year old girl without parental permission.   Or pierce my private parts. Thank God for ice cubes, apple slices, lighters and safety pins. But I never let things [...]