Another Mormon Wedding

When we lived in Boca Raton, Florida, and I made my way around town with my (then) four young daughters in tow, I was always greeted by one of two things: What until they are teenagers! or Oh, the weddings! The weddings! And, seriously, you've got to use your best New...

San Diego: City of Love

Sam and I have different versions about how we went from living in the same college apartment building to kneeling at the altar in 1985. Suffice it to say, mine is correct. The greatest point of contention adoring differing of opinion is where and when Sam finally...