Samara O'Shea

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Newspaper Announcement

Friday, June 15th, 2018

I did an old-fashioned thing: Got married! Kidding. The old-fashioned part was submitting a wedding announcement to the local paper. Who does that anymore?! Meeeeeee =).

Newspaper text at the bottom of this post.

We had a small wedding (some might call it a microwedding) with only 14 guests. This was easy and difficult. The easy part is relieving yourself of the stress that comes with planning a large wedding. The difficult part is not sharing the day with extended family and friends. This week I have been mailing wedding announcements to my nearest and dearest. It’s been ages since I took on a mailing project of this size!

Newspaper text:

Samara O’Shea and Derek Nash were married May 5 at St. Mary’s, Hamilton Village located on the University of Pennsylvania campus. This is the same church where the bride’s parents married in April 1979. The Rev. Mariclair Partee Carlsen performed the ceremony. The Episcopal service was complemented by sounds of the Celtic harp played by Martha Clancy. Following the service, 14 guests celebrated at The Wayne Hotel. The day’s events were captured by Andrea Krout Photography.

Ms. O’Shea, 38, is a licensed social worker currently employed with Central Behavioral Health in Norristown. She is a mobile therapist helping clients diagnosed with serious mental illness manage chronic physical illness. She graduated from Duquesne University in Pittsburgh, PA, and received a master’s degree in social work from Temple University.

The bride is the daughter of Dennis and Carol O’Shea of Newtown Square, PA. The bride’s father has worked at Widener University for 39 years, currently serving as grounds supervisor. The bride’s mother is a retired teacher from Gloucester County Institute of Technology.

Mr. Nash, 34, is a senior software engineer at Envestnet, a wealth management firm, in Berwyn, PA, where he focuses on java development. The groom graduated with a dual degree in mathematics and computer science from Drexel University, where he also played on the ice hockey team.

The groom is the son of Barbara Nash of Pine Grove, PA, and the late Gregory Nash. The groom’s mother is a retired teacher from Spring-Ford Area School District. His father was the maintenance supervisor at Hospital of the University of Pennsylvania.

Mr. Nash’s 5-year-old son from a previous marriage, Dominic, served as ring bearer.

The couple met in November 2013 through the dating site Coffee Meets Bagel.

Addendum For Those Who Read Loves Me…Not: We were in the final stages of editing the book in late fall 2013 when I met Derek. I hadn’t dated anyone for little over 2 years. The guy in the book with the pseudonym Frank was the last person I had gone out with. I felt writing the book was what I needed to do before I could indulge a quality relationship. As it turned out, the Universe agreed. The past was where it belonged: On paper. Derek was my date to the book launch in January 2014 and the rest, as they say, is history. Maybe I’ve got a book about maintaining requited love in me …

“Love is possible only if two persons communicate with each other from the center of their existence, hence if each one of them experiences himself from the center of his existence. Only in this ‘central experience’ is human reality, only here is aliveness, only here is the basis for love. Love, experienced thus, is a constant challenge; it is not a resting place, but a moving, growing, working together; even when there is harmony or conflict, joy or sadness, is secondary to the fundamental fact that two people experience themselves, rather than by fleeing from themselves. There is only one proof for the presence of love: the depth of the relationship, and the aliveness and strength in each person concerned; this is the fruit by which love is recognized.”

~ Erich Fromm, The Art of Loving

The Awesome Thing My Aunt Did After Her Divorce

Wednesday, January 8th, 2014

Here’s my latest contribution to the HuffPo…and it happens to be a short except from the book!

Transform Your Holiday Cards Into Something Actually Useful

Thursday, December 12th, 2013

I was interviewed for a little ditty on holiday cards for Men’s Health also got into touch with me recently for a short piece they’re doing on writing love letters. As we’ve suspected all along, people are still writing letters!

The Devil’s Advocate

Monday, June 18th, 2012

Hello! I hope everyone (especially fathers) had a fabulous weekend. My latest blog for The Huffington Post went up this morning. It’s called How Many Marriages Actually End in Happily Ever After? I’m just having a little fun playing Devil’s Advocate. . .

Rock, Paper, Scissors, Lizard, Spock

Sunday, April 8th, 2012

I hope everyone had a great weekend. Mine was wonderful and exhausting. I did log back into Facebook on Sunday afternoon. I’ll tell more about my experience later in the week. For now, I will simply share the game my sister shared with us over Easter Brunch.

Damn Those Letters!

Friday, December 30th, 2011

Usually, when I come across a story about someone finding letters from the 1940s it’s a triumph. They are love letters between grandma and grandpa during World War II, or they tell some other glorious story from the recent past. In the case of a 96-year-old Italian woman, it was damming evidence. Her 99-year-old husband (of 77 years!) found letters to a secret lover she had written in the 1940s. He divorced her promptly. Yikes! At first I thought he overreacted, but now I think he was looking for an excuse to leave. The article says this:

“The uncovering of the letters inside an old chest of drawers was the final straw for a relationship that had already been rocky: 10 years ago, the husband moved out to live with one of the sons, but returned weeks later.”

Rocky! After 60+ years. Oh my, marriage is an endless source of fascination. She begged him to stay but he wouldn’t hear of it. After all, he’s 99 and Italian. There are wild oats to be sown.

And with that, I bid everyone a very Happy New Year!

Moving On

Tuesday, May 31st, 2011

I hope everyone had a fantastic holiday weekend. I spent my weekend moving, which isn’t necessarily fun, but the end result is good. I moved from Prospect Park, PA, which is near the Philadelphia airport, to the Fairmount area of Philadelphia. They are 15 miles away and a world apart.

In Prospect Park I lived with my sister, and I left because her fiancé moved in. Many people have asked me if I felt kicked out of my home—not at all! I’m excited for the change in scenery. Plus I think that our home in PP is perfect for a couple just starting out. In Fairmount I’ll live with my cousin Kate. You remember Kate. My travel buddy.

In Fairmount, I’m in walking distance of both the Philadelphia Art Museum and one of the oldest prisons in the country—not to mention lots of yoga studios, bars, used book stores, and cafes. I’ll fit right in. Because of the move, the subsequent need to get settled, and my sister’s bachelorette party, which is this weekend, I won’t be blogging for the rest of the week. Before I go, however, I want to share this precious letter my sister wrote and gave to me on moving day. She doesn’t like her handwriting so she’s figured out a way to slide small thank you notes through her printer. Transcript is below the card image. I’ll be back next week!



My Dearest Sister,

On this, the day you move out, I have something I wish to say to you. I want you to know how much I have enjoyed living with you these past 4+ years! We really had to grow a lot when we first moved in together, but we did and I’m so glad we did. In hindsight, I believe it was such necessary, fundamental and lovely growth for both of us.

I also want you to know I will really miss you—I will miss you singing to me as I ascend the stairs each morning. I will miss fighting over whether to watch America’s Next Top Model or Bones. And I will miss simply having you around all of the time.

However, I think and I hope you will be very happy in the City with Kate. And I hope and pray that wonderful things happen to you in this next chapter of you life, or maybe it’s just the next chapter of you living situation—either way. So I wish you many blessings and much more lovely growth as you go. But remember, I will always be here for you, and wherever I am, you will have a home there also!

Much love,