Opinion | A ‘Mixed’ Marriage, a Lifelong Journey
Bert and I met on June 9, 1963, fell madly in love, talked incessantly, got engaged in October and married two months later, astonished by our commonalities and delighted by our differences.
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.Â
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.