Love is love…

If love is all I need, then why BobbyD. And on BobbyD’s side, why me? I think it comes down to that special feeling. A knowing that person is the one. Like looking at a litter of kittens or puppies. How do you know which one? It is an feeling you get… I can’t see the wind but I know the wind when I feel it. I can’t see the heat or the cold but I know the heat of summer. The cold of winter when I feel it.

I believe in love. It is stronger than hate. It is kinda God on earth when we love another. Or, at least for me…

For the past 2 ¬†years BobbyD has driven me crazy with, “I want you to be happy.” I’ve been retired for a number of years. My days kept full with gardening.

So when the opportunity presented itself to me to become ordained and serve the LGBT community with marriage officiating. I considered it for a while before speaking to BobbyD about it. A happy time, filled with love, hopes, and dreams. I am now “ordained”. The pieces falling into place as I await my first clients.

Staying in love…

Staying in love requires; hard work to make it the long haul. It has to be more than a feeling. Although it starts with that first attraction. Then slowly builds from that foundation.


You have to want it to work. Your joy needs to be, making that other person happy. Wanting that other person we are with to smile and enjoy life.

Holding the others happiness close to your heart. Once, we forget this then it isn’t love. It is a relationship.

It is hard work making a marriage work. It is hard work making a relationship work. It is kinda capturing that feeling that you had in the beginning and never wanting it to end…






Devine Marriage, making dreams…!

Thirty five, plus years in the making… Dreams come, and dreams go during that time.

Work, more and even more work. However; a constant vision based on respect, love, and the mutual dream of home and family kept the dream going. Hard times, along with smooth sailing the dream evolved.

Growing older. Becoming stronger, and bolder in that hand up. Not all smooth sailing. Rough seas and prayers. With a steady hand to guide the other one through the storms. We make it through the night.

Kinda corny? However, it is what works for BobbyD and me………


Devine Marriage, keeping it fresh!

It is has been a long, windy, and wonderful journey… Sometimes it does feel like the John Prine tune i.e.: In Spite of Ourselves!

However, we work hard at keeping our marriage “fresh”…

We make a point of not doing the saturday nite “Archie Bunker” staying home watching the television. Building a rainbow with music. Not huge venues or big acts. Rather, small venues that feature local talent. Watching T.V. tends to make a couple static.

Kinda like water you want to keep it moving to keep it fresh. Versus, a static pond. A static pond quickly becomes rancid. A static marriage likewise becomes rancid. Same old, same old…

I try to have 3 new venues a year.

Joining many years ago the Philadelphia FolkSong Society.

Part of this membership gives us 8 to 10 free concerts a year. Our $80.00 couple membership equals out to about $4.00 a concerts. Wowie! It keeps the marriage fresh.

Steel City, Godfrey Daniels, Landhaven, and other venues offer tickets from: $15.00 to $45.00 nothing that breaks the bank.

The surrounding towns offer summer concert series that are free of charge. We make it a picnic. A blanket, a cooler of ice tea, along with sandwiches, or a cheese and cracker spread. Again, not breaking the bank. So, we can do it frequently.


Not only do we have the benefit of live arts keeping out minds fresh. We get to enjoy in a sober, environment live music in an the idyllic setting. Nature, and music life just doesn’t get much better.

Stay tuned for; more on keeping it fresh…!

The Making of 2 part harmony…

Harmony, put simply is the blending of 2 things to make
something more pleasing. BobbyD & I each one exists apart from the other but ask people and they think of us as a couple. Together we attempt to live in harmony. Each one making the other better.

It isn’t in either one of our venacular’s to exclude the other. Bob believed in me. It was his support that aided me in attending college. We are the other’s wings support and encouraging each other dreams.

It isn’t what I want, nor what BobbyD wants it is what works. We are a team and have been a team from the beginning. BobbtyD makes me a better person. In kind, I make BobbyD a better person.


To give you an example of how we support each other. We are part of each other coming together to make a “Devine Marriage”.

Music has always been a vital part of our relationship. Bob was a drummer playing in a local band. He was new in the game of preforming and lacked confidence. Neither one of us had any money so one of our first dates was band practice.

The Band practiced in down town Schwenksville, Pa. in kitchen that housed 6 children, and a husband and wife. They practiced in the kitchen the biggest room. They were getting ready for their first gig. They were all nervous, “their first live performance”.

BobbyD took a kitchen stoll ~ placing it in front to his drum kit in the center of the room. The stoll was backless I shall never forget that…! It was kinda brutal and I had a lot of time to think sitting there while the band practice. It occurred that my purpose there on that stoll was to give Bob confidence because he would look up now and then at me.

When the band took a break the oldest daughter asked me if I rather watch TV with them I declined. Because, I realised my purpose of being at band practice was to support BobbyD by “by being there where he could focus on something that supported him”.

35 years, later… Barto Jam, there I am sitting where BobbyD can see me. Him looking up now and then for the smile that encourages him.

How it began all those years ago, A Devine Marriage

It was the late 70s. Me out with the girls on the town. Dancing with the girls at a local honkey tonk, Tolland’s Tavern. The Johnston Brother’s band was playing. Some 10 or so of us in the group…

The room was divided into 2 groups of tables, with a dance floor in the middle. Stage one end, bar the other. It became apparrent that out group would need a bigger table. Which meant switching sides of the room from the left to the right. The left side being BobbyD’s ( he was a cocktail waiter), but I didn’t know him at the time…

So, I went to everybody and this is the 70’s and said we can’t “stiff the waiter” we are taking a table of 10 from him as we need to tip him. Each a $1.00, was the agreed price. Lisa Short, Katie Whip, and many other girl friends were there that night. Many of my friends from then are long forgotten.So, I gathered up the money and gave it to the waiter, BobbyD. He just kinda stared at me. He then asked, “would you dance with me?” I explained to BobbyD that he was working and he might get fired.

BobbyD said, he didn’t care and we slowed dance… the rest is history.

Neither one of us had any money.

Me: I was getting off a bad divorce. Two young children in tow. A meager amount of child support and working on my GED.

BobbyD: A Viet Nam veteran working evenings in a “honkey tonk” for tips!

Not much of a future for either one of us!

However; it was love at first sight and we made it work. It was hard work. And we were poor. Very poor. However; BobbyD always believed in me…

BobbyD encouraged me to go to nursing school. Kinda a blind faith each one of making the other person better.

35 years later we are still working on it…