Fashionably Joyful

I read an article about a man’s greatest joy. He described this joy in such a profound way that I had to read it three times over to make sure I gleaned what I should. I envied him. I envied his ability to make me read his words again and again, making me long for his ability to describe something so visibly.

His greatest joy? Seeing his words in print. His stories, his books and commentaries were the driving force in his life. When he picked up a book and saw words belonging to him, it made him feel alive. No, it made him feel invincible. For the first time in his life, he existed.

At first I thought his explanation was a brightly colored, imaginative narrative, but I think I tasted a little from the chalice from which he drank.

This afternoon, I walked into Barnes and Noble, I picked up the latest copy of Bride and Bloom Magazine. I nervously flipped through the pages until I found my voice. The proof of my existence.



There, on page 49 of the Summer 2007 edition, you’ll find me. I worked on an article for the magazine a while back and seeing it in print is the coolest emotion ever. For a minute, I wanted to turn to the elderly gentleman reading next to me and say, Hey, mister..yes, you…this is ME! I’d manically smile, and he’d respond by nodding his balding head, and turn back to his Walter Cronkite autobiography. But I did none of this. I just waited until I could show JD the magazine over dinner.




The 15-page article is a fashion write-up describing seven types of brides and various wedding accoutrements befitting of their personalities. I’m incredibly thankful for this experience and indebted to the people who helped along the way. A special thanks goes to Rita Hermes for allowing me to work along side her for this project and Carol Poon, Editor-in-Chief of Bride and Bloom, for allowing me to contribute to such an amazing magazine. From the bottom of my heart, thanks for allowing my words to take life.

Woohoo...that's my name! :)