Things learned from a weekend marriage course

Should I expect you to change or should you expect me to change after our wedding? If so, in what way?

This question stared at me from an exercise page titled ‘Three Stages of Love’. My fiance and I attended an ‘Engagement Encounter’ program recently. Both being Catholic and planning a small church ceremony ahead of our destination wedding this year, we’re required to take this weekend seminar or, a similar course over six weeks.

Exercise sheets from the marriage course my fiance and I attended. (Photo: Rosalyn Solomon)

Exercise sheets from the marriage course my fiance and I attended. (Photo: Rosalyn Solomon)

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When saying “Yes” to the dress turns into second-guessing

“Say yes to the dress” is now a famous phrase thanks to TLC’s reality show on purchasing your dream wedding gown.

With one year left eight months until I tie knot, and having been engaged for more than a year already, I found myself on that endless Internet search of white lace and tulle. I made up my mind a long time ago that I would go to two stores – three maximum, if needed.

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Throwing rocks at a milestone birthday

The milestone birthday, what is it exactly that gets people so crazy about it? “What are the party details? Are you taking the day off work? What special plans have you got organized?” The list of questions leading up to the day are endless.

So for starters, I suppose I am not the kind of person who relishes in being the centre of attention; who would adorn myself in a sparkly “Birthday Girl” sash; heck I don’t even really like cake — I’m more of a pie kind of girl. To each their own, right? Continue reading

Drunk off praise

You always, even in secret, aim to achieve great things in life. Like winning two editorial awards as a rookie journalist or being recognized by your community for your volunteer work, each become details of my Roaring Twenties, so to speak. But the moments you least expect like when your boyfriend’s brother, Jesse, tells you he’s proud of you shortly after my three-man team drank our way to Can Pong victory — well those are the unexpected accomplishments that spice up my glory days.

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Mulling the b-word

Once upon a f—— time, I would have been too afraid to put that line online. I probably wouldn’t have even written it in my journal in fear I would offend someone or look badly.

(No one ever has read my journals aka diaries) but those days of insecurity and shyness were expelled from my being by age and experience. Nearing 30, I’ve found my shyness (which held me back from even trying to stick up for myself amongst my ‘besties’ in high school) to be almost non-existent.

A t-shirt from Married to the Mob with a take on the famous book by Laurel Thatcher Ulrich.

A t-shirt from Married to the Mob with a take on the famous book by Laurel Thatcher Ulrich.

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Taking pause: A career reflection

I’m currently in the middle of helping the daughter of my aunt’s friend (did you get all that?) find an internship in Journalism.

The young and hopeful girl is in her final year of university and as I was going through my contacts for her, it hit me – wow, I went through this too, almost eight years ago. Wait – EIGHT YEARS AGO?

Rosalyn and Stefania take a lunch break (always Hawaiian pizza because there was no choice on campus) in J-School.

Rosalyn and Stefania take a lunch break (always Hawaiian pizza because there was no choice on campus) in J-School.

What the f—, people laugh and joke about how time flies, (Stef and I usually lament), and I guess that’s part of why we started the Ms.Adventures in the first place.

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