ABSTRACT
After thirteen years of marriage and a seven-year interlude marked by separation, divorce, and affair, I remarried. Friends and relatives wondered whether Susan and I would put into practice our high-flown, yet earthy notions about weddings. They, like us, were wary of do-it-yourself ceremonies. There were so many good-bad examples to choose from. But we had no use for standard denominational or merely civil weddings. Not only the ceremonies themselves but also the social processes they focused seemed pallid. So our only choice was to take the risk of constructing a wedding script, knowing that it might seem self-indulgent or imitative of California religion (which in southern Ontario is not an object of envy). We announced our coming marriage in a letter to which we attached a script and commentary.
