“I got your postcard from Chicago,” Maga said.

“And one from Nantucket. And I sent one from Newport this past weekend.”

“My goodness you’re busy. What were you there for?”

“Two of my friends got married.”

“Oh, how lovely. Did you know the bride or groom?”

“It was two brides and I know them both. They live up here.”


“Maga? You still there?”

“Did you say two women were the participants?”

“I did.”


“Why I didn’t know that was possible?” Maga said.

“I don’t know. It is. Federally, for about two years. In Massachusetts, for longer than that. Maybe 5-6 years?”

“I am absolutely astounded.”

“In a good way?”

“Well, I guess it depends on the people.”

“How so?”

“If they’re good people and love each other…”

“They are. They do.”

“Do men marry other men too?”

“In fact they do.”

“You’ve just opened a whole new chapter for me.”

“Happy to have done so. I mean, come on, finding love is hard. I should know. If two people can find happiness and love together, what’s wrong with that?”

“I guess so. I just didn’t know this existed.”

“You read the newspaper every day. You’ve never seen an article about it?”

“Not that I recall.”

“Keep your eyes peeled. It’s very common. You’ll start seeing news about it everywhere.”

“You’ve opened my eyes tonight.”

I’m not sure if it was leftover from one of the most beautiful weddings I’ve been to or a new addition from the act of educating my 96 year old grandmother, but as I hung up, I was glowing.

2 thoughts on “9.19.17”

    1. Thank you! I was a little surprised I was the “first” to tell her about this… Her memory isn’t what it used to be! ;)

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