Photo Of The Day

“David S.(Bear) Crenshaw and Kimberley (Tigger) Crenshaw … Together forever. Married three years.”

“David S. (Bear) Crenshaw and Kimberley (Tigger) Crenshaw.… Together forever. Married three years.”

Love and Death on the Third Floor

On The Cystic Fibrosis Wing Of Dallas’ Presbyterian Hospital, an Unlikely Romance Bloomed Between Two Sick Patients. The Outcome Was Inevitable

She was the princess who wore Tiffany perfume. He was the middle-class guy who raced cars. But when they met on the cystic fibrosis wing of a Dallas hospital, romance bloomed.

They first laid eyes on one another in the spring of 1986, when they were both admitted to the cystic fibrosis wing of Dallas’ Presbyterian Hospital. Kimberley Marshall was then sixteen, thin and winter-pale and beautiful, her red hair falling down the back of her pink nightgown patterned with little white hearts. David Crenshaw was eighteen; he wore his usual hand-me-down T-shirt and faded gray pajama pants and oversized glasses that turned dark in the sunlight. David would stand at one end of the hospital hallway, hoping Kim would come out of her room at the other end.

“No way,” the wing’s respiratory therapist, Doug Kellum, would say. “No way she’s going to look twice at you.”

Kim was known among the nurses as the princess. She came from a polished North Dallas family. She loved Tiffany perfume, Lancôme makeup, and clothes from Neiman Marcus. She would sit for hours in her hospital bed, reading romance novels. David, on the other hand, was famous for his bad grammar and coarse jokes. When a female nurse walked past his room, he would lean forward in his bed and shout, “Shake it, baby, don’t break it.” On Saturday nights when he wasn’t in the hospital, he raced midget cars at a local dirt track. “Can you name just one other race car driver in this country with cystic fibrosis?” he proudly asked Kellum. “Let me tell you, there ain’t one.”

“She still isn’t going to talk to you,” Kellum replied.

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Photo Of The Day

FDR's mother Sara with her son and daughter-in-law Eleanor. Franklin Roosevelt was born in 1882. His father had been married previously and was already 54 years old with a 28 year-old son by then.

FDR’s mother Sara with her son and daughter-in-law Eleanor. Franklin Roosevelt was born in 1882. His father had been married previously and was already 54 years old with a 28 year-old son by then.

The Many Loves of FDR

The Influence Of The Women Who Figured So Prominently in His Life

“They form and reveal him” 

In the early 1900’s, very few women were working outside the home. The Victorian ideal of the angel in the house, a school of thought that promoted female domesticity, had crept into the new century. Women were just earning their right to vote, rarely received higher education, and if they wanted to work, were stuck with the limited options of teacher or secretary. Among these few working women was Lucy Mercer, mistress of Franklin D. Roosevelt and secretary to his wife, Eleanor.

FDR was a man who knew adversity – he learned to live with polio at the age of 39, became president at the height of the Great Depression, was involved in two World Wars, and rescued the economy with his “New Deal.” Despite these major achievements, an affair would make it impossible to save his own marriage.

When FDR proposed to his distant cousin Eleanor in 1905, his mother, Sara Roosevelt, opposed the union vehemently. Though the future President was 23 years old, she maintained that he was too young to get married, and made herself an awkward presence in his newlywed life. The townhouse she built for them adjoined to hers on every floor, but despite these intrusions on their privacy, the couple had six children, the first four in rapid succession.

While FDR liked to socialize and was comfortable among the upper class, Eleanor preferred a simpler existence. Nevertheless, when her husband was made Assistant Secretary of the Navy in 1913, she had many public obligations to fulfill, and hired Lucy Mercer to be her social security. Mercer was fun, vivacious, and beautiful, and it wasn’t long before she was sleeping with her boss’s husband.

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Photo Of The Day

Angus and Evelyn Jane.

Angus and Evelyn Jane.

My Mother’s Lover

What Happens when Your Mother’s Dying Wish is to Rest in Peace with…Someone You’ve Never Heard of Before?

For years my mother wore a gold locket. When I was a boy, I liked to pull it up from inside her blouse on its chain, tugging it up from between her breasts so I could squeeze the curved button that ran along one edge and make the curlicue gold cover, heavily sprung, pop open to reveal a photograph of my mother’s grandparents.

On an elegant chair sat her grandmother and namesake, Ivy Evelyn Stone, a formidable-looking woman wearing a full skirt, a fuller blouse, and an immensely confident expression. Next to her chair stood her husband, Gene, a railroad engineer in their hometown of Wichita Falls. Especially in Wichita Falls, a railroad town, this was a high-status position then, like that of an airline pilot 50 years later. He is dressed in suit and tie, hair slicked, with his hand on the back of the chair.

I viewed this portrait as a fair representation of the distant world from which my mother came: a stable, solid existence full of aunts and uncles and her mother and father and grandparents all living toughly but carefully in the high bright sun struck towns of north Texas. The picture agreed with the steady, accomplished, morally sturdy person I and many others knew my mother to be. But it hid the fact that she came from a world that moved violently beneath her feet.

The February after my mother died, my brother, Allen, left his New Mexico home and boarded a plane for Honolulu. He carried a backpack that carried a rosewood box that carried our mother’s ashes. The next day, on Maui, he bought six leis and rented a sea kayak. With the leis in a shopping bag and our mother’s ashes in his pack, he paddled into the Pacific.

That day nine years ago was the sort one hopes for in the tropics: warm and balmy, with a breeze that pushed cat’s paws over the water. Beyond the mouth of the bay he could see rising plumes, the spouts of humpback whales gathered to breed. He paddled toward them. When he was closer to the whales than to the shore, he shipped his oar and opened his pack. He pulled out the box and sat with it on his lap, letting the boat drift. He watched the distant spouts. Without any prelude, a whale suddenly but gently surfaced about 30 yards in the distance and released a gush of air. It bobbed, noisily breathed, and dove.

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Let’s talk about marriage


Nicholas and Rafaela Ordaz, from California, had a double party last weekend to mark their 82nd wedding anniversary and Nicholas turning 102.

When we read about couples who have been married for a long time they are rarely investigative, in-depth articles. I wish these would be written as we would all benefit from learning the secrets of a long and successful marriage. Unfortunately stories like these tend to be summed  up with a flippant few words. In the case of the above couple, the  secret of their success was distilled down to…

respect, affection and not sweating the small stuff.


In today’s throwaway society we need more of a guideline than that. Marriages have gone the way of food. No longer do we expect full course meals; we are happy to settle for takeaways.  When Cam and I got married he mentioned in his speech the statistics for marriage. The odds were not in our favour.  He stated his intention to beat those odds.

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We had both attended friends’ marriages before our own. What surprised both of us was the content of their vows. One line that stuck with me was the vow to ‘walk beside you in life’.  What did that mean? What kind of promise was that? I was only 23 but I knew that it would take a lot more than walking beside someone in life for a marriage to make it. In our vows we promised to turn every difficulty into a stepping stone to a deeper love. They were brave words but ones we never lost sight of, though we did forget them for many years and focused on just surviving instead.

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Face of the day


Today’s face of the day is a sex doll who was married to a terminally ill 28 year old Chinese man.

A Chinese man with terminal cancer has married a sex doll because he didn’t want to leave behind a bereaved widow.

The man is said to have wanted to experience the full splendour of a wedding before he died, after being diagnosed with cancer, but didn’t want to leave a human being struggling to cope with his loss.

The ‘newly-weds’ appeared in a series of surprisingly tender wedding photographs: hugging in front of a sunlit window, reflected romantically in a shadowy mirror and staring lovingly into each other’s eyes.


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A tragedy? Sure. But I can’t help feel he dodged a bullet at the last minute


Still has some bugs to work out then

Normally losing your brand spanking new wife to suicide would be a tragedy, but I think this guy won the lottery

A newlywed wife whose husband complained she spent too much time on social media hanged herself after he confiscated her phone.

The woman, identified only as a 20-year-old named Aparna from the Kerala region, became upset following a row with her husband about her constant use of Facebook and WhatsApp. Read more »


Faces of the day

Del and Mary PHOTO

Mary L. Tabor and Del Persinger. Married 26 years PHOTO


Today’s faces of the day are a real couple who faced serious struggles in their marriage and emerged stronger and happier in the end. Some times you have to lose something in order to value it again. It is inspiring to read about ordinary couples who almost lost each other but found a way to re connect and get back to each other.

Mary was still in her nightgown and robe, sipping a cappuccino in the kitchen of the Washington, D.C., brownstone she shared with her husband, Del, when he walked in and announced he wanted to live alone. They had been married for 21 years.

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Social Liberalism has Polygamy in its sights

Whenever we make a substantial change in our laws people talk about a slippery slope. When abortion was first legalised they said it was a slippery slope and that not only would we end up with abortion on demand but that we would end up having late term abortions. They were right. Now a Social Liberal has pointed out that by winning for Gays the right to be married we have dismantled all the arguments that previously could be used against Polygamy. Fredrik deBoer says that we are now on a slippery slope and society is heading straight for Polygamous marriage.



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UPDATED: Face of the day


Asha* and her daughter in the garden in southern India. She is determined not to give in. ARUN JANARDHAN/Indian Express

Today’s face of the day Asha* cannot show her face. She has no status in Indian society without a husband and like another case from 2008 she has been told to marry her rapist under the misogynistic, Islamic law of Sharia. * UPDATE: I assumed this, I cannot confirm that this case was tried under Islamic law like the other case mentioned in the article.


Three words, no rape victim ever wants to hear, have thrown a young woman in a remote part of India into turmoil.

Having tried to put the rape of 2008 behind her and to get on with raising the little girl born nine months later, 21-year-old Asha* has been troubled by memories and disturbed by the judge’s shocking suggestion: marry your rapist.

“When the judge took his pen and wrote this, did he think even once of my plight?”, she asked an Indian Express journalist in a video interview in the garden of her one-room home.

The judge in question, Justice P Devadas of the Madras High Court, has been hearing the bail appeal of V Mohan, the man convicted of raping Asha. On June 23 he agreed to the bail request on condition that Mohan try “mediation” with Asha. Mediation in a rape case is aimed at marriage.

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Anyone who wants more than one mother-in-law deserves them

The slippery slope arguments have started in the US, where there are claims that there will be attempts to legalise polygamy because now same-sex marriage is legal, that is the next step.

Welcome to the exciting new world of the slippery slope. With the Supreme Court’s landmark ruling this Friday legalizing same sex marriage in all 50 states, social liberalism has achieved one of its central goals. A right seemingly unthinkable two decades ago has now been broadly applied to a whole new class of citizens. Following on the rejection of interracial marriage bans in the 20th Century, the Supreme Court decision clearly shows that marriage should be a broadly applicable right—one that forces the government to recognize, as Friday’s decision said, a private couple’s “love, fidelity, devotion, sacrifice and family.”

The question presents itself: Where does the next advance come? The answer is going to make nearly everyone uncomfortable: Now that we’ve defined that love and devotion and family isn’t driven by gender alone, why should it be limited to just two individuals? The most natural advance next for marriage lies in legalized polygamy—yet many of the same people who pressed for marriage equality for gay couples oppose it.

This is not an abstract issue. In Chief Justice John Roberts’ dissenting opinion, he remarks, “It is striking how much of the majority’s reasoning would apply with equal force to the claim of a fundamental right to plural marriage.” As is often the case with critics of polygamy, he neglects to mention why this is a fate to be feared. Polygamy today stands as a taboo just as strong as same-sex marriage was several decades ago—it’s effectively only discussed as outdated jokes about Utah and Mormons, who banned the practice over 120 years ago.

Yet the moral reasoning behind society’s rejection of polygamy remains just as uncomfortable and legally weak as same-sex marriage opposition was until recently.

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