Over The Moon


No wedding jitters here!!


Weddings.  What comes to mind?

Most folks have a wedding story, from comical to disastrous. Thankfully, there were no disasters at this one, save some accidental beverage glass breakage.  Things went off like clockwork (at least to my eyes)…a fine testimony to the wedding-day planner as well as the bride’s and groom’s meticulous planning.  The hours leading up to the nuptials were packed with makeup and hair sessions, lots of photos, and welcomed sips of wine, mimosas, and finally champagne.  Oh how I’d love to be able to re-create my face again; such was the expertise of Kim, the sweet Smashbox makeup artist.  I felt like a Vogue model preparing for the runway when my makeup session was done.

Yes indeed.  There were 120 very happy people, including the dazzling bride–my daughter–and the handsome groom, who by the way, showed his gift for prose with beautiful love notes left for his bride before the ceremony.  And, later in the evening, there wasn’t a dry eye, I’m certain, when the groom danced with his mother and later led his 90-plus year-old grandmother to the dance floor for a spin and a whirl.


My daughter…bold and beautiful

Over-the-moon exuberance is the best way I can describe the tenor of the evening.  The entire venue was bursting with excitement, joy and laughter.  The groom knocked my daughter off her feet–literally– with his kiss at “you may now kiss your bride”.  The wind and chill of Chicago’s evening did not dampen outside festivities.  There was the precision saber of a champagne bottle by the groom as well as what seemed like a thousand sparklers illuminating the night sky.  There was crazy dancing until midnight (the mother-of-the bride confesses to needing an Advil or two to calm mighty achy knees the next morning!).  Kids in attendance had a blast too.  They danced, ran through the large reception area, played foosball, and hammed it up, both on and off the dance floor.


The venue set-up at Salvage One was truly one-of-a-kind…beautiful.  The cake? Divine.  The food? Wonderfully delicious. And the libations? Well,  not one complaint here!  Even the wedding toast to the happy couple was perfectly delivered by Rocket-man.  Met with roaring applause, it made my heart swell with joy.

And yes;  For inquiring minds, though the ex (the father of the bride) was in attendance, the high road was taken.  Closure on so many levels was achieved.

I too am over the moon;  For my daughter and for myself.

Peace…and bliss…. reigns.

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Let Them Eat Cake

In the wake of the election people have taken to the streets in a handful of major cities, including the windy one–Chicago.  They are outraged over the election results.  I watched the demonstrations unfold on T.V.; it was surreal…as if I were living in a banana republic.

I’ll confess I was more than a wee bit nervous as I watched the angry protestors two days following election night.  I’d be flying into Chicago the next day to spend the weekend visiting my daughter.  Given Chicago’s dubious distinction this year as The U.S. Murder Capitol, its no surprise that I should be nervous.

I shared my concern with my friend Emily.  Like me, she is amazed that folks would react this way given Trump won, fair and square.  Yes, Clinton may have won the popular vote, but not by much all things considered (under 400K is the current count).  But how meaningful is that even, really? Not all the provisional and absentee ballots will be counted now.  It is possible that even that could have turned Trump’s way.  It is clear to me; there was no overwhelming mandate.  People voted. Clinton lost, Trump won.  That is the process.  Stunning? Absolutely!  I’m still floored.

I’ll confess to another reason for trepidation upon arriving in the windy city: My daughter, beautiful and bold,  voted for Clinton.  She wasn’t happy one bit that I had attended a Trump rally many months ago. “I’m simply trying to be an informed voter I had said; He’s campaigning pracatically in my back yard.”  And, I want to see Rubio and Cruz too.”  Add to that,  I’ve seen her social media posts and comments over the course of the weeks leading up to the election.  Let me be clear: I am proud of the fact that my daughter has opinions about politics and what happens in the world.  Still, We have had our ups and downs as most mother-daughter relationships do.  To put it as diplomatically as possible, I worried that she’d be less than gracious that I didn’t vote for her candidate.  So far, for the most part, differing views has not been an issue. Whew.  What a relief because I’m in town to be a part of some wedding decisions (the big day is in May of next year).

First on the agenda.  Cake tasting.

After a workout at Orange Theory we shower, breakfast and head to the caterer, Big Delicious Planet.  My daughter has chosen them because they create interesting and delicious menus with ingredients from their urban farm and quite possibly because they are billed as the “greenest caterer in the country.”  We meet the catering associate that will work her wedding.  Her name escapes me but she has beautiful eyes and excitement for what she does.  Within a few minutes of meeting we get down to business.

I’m excited: Bring on the cake.

The lovely associate returns from an enormously large catering kitchen with a big tray of samples.  I look at the bowls of buttercream frosting (almond, cream cheese, and chocolate) and I can feel the saliva building up in my mouth in anticipation of the heavenly sweetness that it surely will be.  Olive oil cake, chocolate buttermilk cake and a basic vanilla buttermilk cake are placed in neat rows accompanied by little bowls heaped with cake fillings: strawberry-basil preserve, dark chocolate ganache and hazelnut-praline cream.

We debated for a nano-second about waiting to taste as my daugter’s wedding coordinator was late in arriving before agreeing that it was impossible given the delight of sweets before us!

Without delay we dove in.


I dipped my tasting spoon in a bowl of almond buttercream frosting and I am in heaven (my daughter didn’t like it but I’d happily spread it on anything).  The chocolate buttercream frosting was fabulous (who doesn’t like chocolate?!)  and the cream cheese divine as well.  Every sample was heavenly to me.

How’s about a cake in every flavor combination represented here?  I already know I’m planning to have one of everything at the wedding.

When my daughter’s wedding coordinator finally arrived I mostly sat back and listened…and ate cake.  I had an idea or two to share but those were summarily dismissed…as I suspected they would be.  Honestly, not a whole lot clicks between me and my daughter and this trip illuminates it once again and has me given up trying.  I lament in earnest.  For a time my heart feels heavy and sad.


But there is cake.  Sweet. Soul-Soothing. Perfect.

That got me thinking about all the angst and upset following the election.  Maybe all the angry and hurting folks just need to eat cake with buttercream frosting and strawberry-basil preserve filling.  I know Marie Antoinette’s “Let Them Eat Cake” cry didn’t end well for her but I’m certain these sweet confections would get folks to dance happily in the streets in sugar and fat contentment.

It nearly did so for me.