Posted by
cathleen carr on Feb 15, 2010 in
Ritual |
7 comments
When I was a little girl, I never dreamed of getting married. I just knew I would. It was never an obsession but rather a fact of life like college debt and cavities. My parents are still married and happily it seems. They met at church, and when I say church I mean in Taiwan as a nun and priest. Scandals aside, it is a very romantic story. One that would compel me on a noble crusade through every bar, club and coffee house in 3 countries and 2 major American cities looking for my...