Beshert | “B,” as in Beshert
When I started dating less than two weeks after Carol, my wife of 31 years, suddenly and tragically passed away, I knew this was not how a grieving spouse was supposed to behave.
Beshert | Shedding Our Flak Jackets
After years of reporting from war zones, it seemed beshert that Yael Lavie would have no beshert—until she met Oded Toury.
Beshert | When the Love of Your Life Practically Falls through Your Ceiling
As I assessed the damage, saved my cat from drowning in the puddles in my living and dining rooms, and watched the light fixtures in my bathroom slide down the wall, I couldn’t know that I was about to meet the love of my life.
Beshert | From Cuppa to Chuppah
Now married 35 years, Betsy and Stuart met when she went to rent the apartment he was vacating. He appreciated her choice of hot beverage.
Beshert | The Crooner in the Station
One night, halfway up the stairs, I heard the most beautiful singing from above. Not heaven, the ticket hall.
Beshert | Un-chickening Out
At age 43, newly divorced, I was not ready for what happened when a fellow temple member made me an innocent offer.
Beshert | Because I Wasn’t the Jazz Age
After meeting on a blind date, George and Laurie Fendel discovered they had a family connection going back generations.
Beshert | Two Open Chairs
After a chance meeting on a cruise ship, Michael and Adrienne developed a bond based on their shared experiences of loss.
Beshert | I Was Done Writing Books. I Thought.
Liza Wiemer had been planning to give up writing novels. Then she had a chance meeting in a bookstore with the girl who would inspire her to write again.
Beshert | Erev Christmas Day
After growing tired of the profiles on JDate, Darcy resolved to stop dating. Then her friends convinced her to go to a singles party on Christmas Eve, where she met a man with a great smile.
Beshert | A Slow Start To Lasting Love
As classmates in law school, Amy and David only spoke to each other sporadically, but they always had their eyes on one another. It wasn’t until their final year that sharing a ride to work and a confession by David finally brought them together.
Beshert | Encounter in Eilat
I heard a female voice, a voice that seemed to be addressing me. “Hi, how are you today?” It was, to my astonishment, the sabra from the hotel lobby.