Dear Reader: This is Your Call to Adventure
I started our honeymoon eating a hot, soggy sandwich with mediocre fries. Which would not be that great of a story except that some 12 hours later, this series of events led me to have massive amounts of gastric distress on the side of the tallest mountain in NY State. This, dear Reader, is your call to adventure.
In Sickness and In Health
It was shocking to me how much his blood smelled like mine. That two people who were so different could also be so identical in this strange way seemed absurd… Could I be the Jackie O. to his JFK? Holding his hand one day and his head the next?