Gloucester, MA. October, 2015

Oh, poor Mr. Whynott. A windy and rainy overnight storm found his election poster soggy and run over in the middle of the street. A placard for his earlier run for election had employed the catchphrase "Why not Bob?" I don't think he won. (Mr. Whynott, or maybe his father, was the justice of the peace at our quick 35-second wedding. We had chosen him entirely on the basis of his name. Why not?)

Gloucester, MA. July 8, 2013

Together 38 years, married 4. The man I love and I were married four years ago today. The ceremony (we asked the Justice of the Peace for the shortest available that was still legal) lasted about 35 seconds and was performed in our home by a man named Mr. Whynott. Seriously. Also on that day, in Manhattan, our friends Roberto and Marco were married. (I take great pleasure each time Marco asks me what's the date of his anniversary. It's an easy question for me to answer.) All best wishes to Roberto and Marco and to all the other Americans who are now able to marry the people they love, too. May this right be extended to all people of the world.

Gloucester, MA. July 8, 2013

Five years ago today, the man I love and I were married. The ceremony (we asked the Justice of the Peace for the shortest available that was still legal) lasted about 35 seconds and was performed in our home by a man named Mr. Whynott. Seriously. Also on that day, in Manhattan, our friends Roberto and Marco were married. (I take great pleasure each time forgetful Marco asks me what's the date of his wedding anniversary. It's an easy question for me to answer.) All best wishes to Roberto and Marco and to all the other Americans who are now able to marry the people they love, too.

Gloucester, MA. July 8, 2013

Two years ago today, the man I love and I were married. The ceremony (we asked the Justice of the Peace for the shortest available that was still legal) lasted about 35 seconds and was performed in our home by a man named Mr. Whynott. Seriously. Also on that day, in Manhattan, our friends Roberto and Marco were married. (I take great pleasure each time Marco asks me what's the date of his wedding. It's an easy question for me to answer.) All best wishes to Roberto and Marco and to all the other Americans who are now able to marry the people they love, too.