Not the *pickled* onions, by Deb Emily

Thanksgiving (1997) is the day I met my husband. I’d heard about him for years. My best friend met him when she had a semester abroad at Cambridge University. He was a grad student then, and they became good friends. They *almost* kissed one evening, but didn’t. She had a crush on him at the time, but, as they kept their friendship over the years, she decided he and I…

Monday, November 23, 2009