October 13, 2023

Twelve years ago today was our legal wedding ceremony. 27 years ago today I got down on my knee in the Adirondacks and proposed to Earl, telling him I wanted to live with him the rest of my life. I’ve been with the man nearly half of my life and it is still perfection.

I’ve had a few people ask me over the years about the “secret of our marriage”. The secret is that it’s our marriage. Every marriage is different; I couldn’t prescribe a path for someone else’s marriage anymore than they could prescribe a path for ours. If there is a secret in there, it’s that 27 years ago, when I proposed, we both promised that divorce (or breaking up before the legal days) was never an option. Never. We wanted to be with each other for the rest of our lives and no matter what, we’d figure it out.

27 years later, it just is. If a rough patch comes along, we figure it out. That’s what we do.

To this day I still fall in love with my husband on a daily basis.

Looking at this building near the Las Vegas Strip, I can’t help but notice that this building looks a hell of a lot better than the Trump building in Chicago. If the design of a building ever screamed the personality of a person, it’s the Trump buildings spread around the country. I’m surprised Trump favors an orange spray for his tan instead of something leaning a little more golden.

I posted this photo on Instagram without comment. One person liked it and a few others added some pukey emojis. I decided to delete the photograph. I’m not in the mood for controversy.

Before Trump won the election in 2016 I would have considered walking into the Trump building here in Las Vegas just to see what it’s about. Earl and I toured the ground floor of his building in Manhattan years ago; it was very golden. I know Trump Hotels cater to the rich, rich crowd; I’m always curious as to what that experience is like. I doubt I’ll visit this building during our weekend here in Las Vegas, though. I’m not that curious.