Searching Stories

Thus was I presented with the first moral struggle of my marriage, not yet 24 hours into it.  I knew I had a hole in one of my socks.  Read More

Twenty-six miles across the sea Santa Catalina is a-waitin’ for me, Santa Catalina, the island of romance, romance, romance, romance. We got married in March, and the big honeymoon we planned was a trip to Kenya on a photo safari with an adventure travel company, plus an additional week in the Seychelle Islands, because my… Read More

If I still was feverish, I couldn't tell once we went outside in the steamy Caribbean. Read More

"Well, then, chivalry is not such a good thing." Read More

I’ll always be grateful to my MIL for talking us into what was, back then, a glamorous honeymoon trip rather than spending a few days at a local resort or hotel. Read More

It was just supposed to be with friends, not with a girl I didn’t even know. Read More

I’m sure we thought we were terribly grown up, going on a date and all. Did my mother make me wear gloves? She may have. Read More

Just a great slow dance song, so who was I to complain?  Blessedly, Susan seemed happy to dance it with me, slowly and closely.  And the touch and sweet smell of her still slightly damp hair as she rested her head on my shoulder were intoxicating. I pondered the song's title question as we danced, as well as thinking of another, totally incongruous song title, "I Could Have Danced All Night." Read More

After a series of hula dances and fire twirling, the emcee invited all the newlyweds up on the stage to be congratulated. Half the crowd crammed up to the front for applause and a free hula lesson. Wearing sheepish grins, we swayed out of sync until we were sufficiently embarrassed and rushed off the stage. Read More