This column is dedicated to Tony and Jackie DeRose, whose joyous nuptials provided the setting for the miraculous story that follows.
Last weekend, my foster daughter attended her first American wedding. At the reception she danced until the longsuffering folks in charge of locking up the hall kicked us out. When she wasn’t dancing she was gathering rose petals, fallen from various bouquets and boutonnieres, and throwing them into the air so that they fell like aromatic satin rain around the newlyweds. Continue reading