When I was 16, I mostly wanted to go to the prom.

Or even have a conversation that wasn't about the homework for Mr. Upah's class with a boy who wasn't my cousin. Gotta dream big.

I'm not sure what's more touching, the mother of the bride wearing her bra outside of her dress, or the father of the bride leaving the designer tag on the outside of his suit, but I don't like these reminders that I'm old enough to be a grandmother. My native culture does have that in common with the Roma...