Everyday my wife expresses her love for me. She says, did I tell you how much I love you today? Everyday. Everyday she says that.”

Moe Rubenstein, August 24, 2008.  

Love Ever After will share the love stories of couples who have been married for at least 50 years. Inspired by a letter my grandfather wrote to my grandmother during World War II (and rediscovered after he passed away in 2007), I began photographing and interviewing couples in the New York area as a way to preserve their stories and to illuminate our universal experience of love.

*I loved words first*

I came across this beautiful video at openculture


It got me thinking about my life of reading, books and love.

When I first fell in love I was reading Herman Hesse, Aldous Huxley and John Fante I was 21 and had just gotten over reading the beat authors Kerouac and Burroughs and modern popular authors like Chuck Palahniuk. I devoured everything by Hesse, Huxley and Fante. I gave my boyfriend, Demian, he never read books and he never read that one.

I fell into infatuation with a boy and we had a mild fling I was reading William James, Virgina Woolf, Salinger, and Camus, I was 23 he introduced me to James Baldwin and he ended it after two months. It broke my heart because we never understood each other and never really saw past our own fears and expectations.

I was reading books of psychology and I met a man who he and I spoke mainly of books. He loved similar books as me and we would read pieces of stories to each other. He found the same beauty in books that I found. Our relationship ended and I fell asleep with books in my bed.

I fell in love at 25 while reading Stephen Hawking, Henry James,  Studs Terkel, Tolstoy and Dostoyevsky. I would talk to my boyfriend about physics, morality and spirituality. We never agreed. I bought him books for every holiday and birthday, I would spend hours trying to find the perfect book that might capture his heart in the same way that books have captured mine. He would read them 6 months later while flying on airplane (because there is little else to do) and tell me casually, it was good. I would read him Grimms’ Fairy Tales as he fell asleep, he would be out after the first page but I would keep on reading. We read Howard Zinn and stories of Malcom X together, reading passages about riots and people fighting for their rights and then we’d talk about politics and society.

I am still in love with that man, he doesn’t love books in the same way that I do, but I think that might be healthy for a girl who always has a book by her side and on her mind.

*your relationship might suck…*

Maggie and I were thinking about how you know you have a suck relationship and we figured there are a few things that you can tell before he moves in, dates your best friend, and tells you about his love for Jewel to let you know, this relationship might suck.

He is a thespian

He is a nazi

He is on his death bed (does not count if he is Mark Twain)

He is addicted to muscle milk

He sings with his eyes closed

He is a singer in a psycho band

He lives with his mom

He goes to raves

He is allergic to everything

He is an adult baby

He thinks dinosaurs were placed here by satan to make us doubt god

He like corn, slipknot, insane clown posse, or savage garden

He is robot, cat, or a fake man doll

He has a collection of stuffed animals, just in case

He wanted to make things more exciting by pretending you were related

He drinks budlight

You met in Cancun

He wants you to change your relationship status on facebook

He uses a bluetooth

He gets boy vajazzled

He has a tribal tattoo

I am sure there are more but these are just a few…

*coffee swoon*

Dearest coffee,

As I drink my morning cup of coffee that tastes a little like the memories I hold of you but more so it tastes like tires and burnt cigarettes-I dream of you!

I really really miss you.

I long for the days that I will go to a cafe and order an espresso and sip you slowly as I read my book. Or sit at a shady restaurant and get cup after cup of you with a piece of pie or ice cream and a girlfriend. I want to go for long walks on a chilly fall day and order a cup of espresso with a little bit of steamed half and half and let you warm my hands as I sip on you and stroll. Every time I drink the coffee here that is made by taking spoonfuls of espresso like grade D coffee and heating with water-my heart feels a tinge of pain-The beauty, complexity and deliciousness that is coffee separate from the grounds, never discovered!

I use to work at a coffee shop and had tried a lot of combination of drinks; coffee with milk, soy, flavoring, shots on the bottom, shots on the top-I got a little wild. What I found is that my love is pure and simple and nothing can compare to an espresso-no sugar, no cream, no flavor- just me and that little cup of dark goodness.

I have been watching twin peaks lately and when ever I see Coops having an orgasm for coffee-I totally understand. Maybe it has something to do with growing up in Washington-home of Starbucks and living in a college town with the most coffee shops per capita. Or maybe this sweet Christian crack reminds me of my favorite things in life, good conversations, coffee shops, bookstores, long walks and friends.