Chicago Tribune’s RedEye May 26, 2010
Wedding season is officially upon us. I can tell because I no longer have a spare summer weekend to myself. From Memorial Day to Labor Day, almost every weekend has been booked thanks to the cheerful “Save the Date!” postcards that have been filling up my mailbox.
But it isn’t just the ceremony and the drink-filled party afterward that are crowding my calendar. It’s also the bridal showers, the bachelorette parties, the bridesmaids tea, the farewell brunches and the rehearsal dinners that are putting a dent in my vacation time.
The endless list of pre- and post-wedding events isn’t the only thing that has become excessive about getting married. Guests lists have been supersized, budgets sometimes climb into the millions of dollars and receptions are clocking in with the sort of opulence that would make Marie Antoinette blush. Like a vampire at a blood drive, weddings have become bloated.
Gozamos May 6, 2010
Being a mom is the hardest job on earth. It’s dirty, messy, and (most days out of the year) thankless. Your mom took your ignorant, wiggling young mind and, from scratch, filled you up with confidence, manners, and poise. She taught you how to read, wiped your tush, and let’s not even get started on those nasty teenage years. This Sunday is Mother’s Day and, as usual, she says that she doesn’t want anything. Don’t fall for it. What can capture all your vast appreciation for her in a single present? Well, nothing. But you still have to try! Read more