Love is so easy to recognize sometimes. On Tuesday of last week, Mike, my mother's boyfriend of seven years, called me to let me know that he would be asking her to marry him. I'm not sure that he was really asking my permission, but I would have gladly granted him permission.
The times call for a more expansive social imagination: some legal recognition of and material support for the true existent variety of ways that people live and love in the 21st century. So why not return to our radical roots and question the centrality of marriage as the model for how to live?