Tiny Love Stories: ‘Now That We’re Married, What’s Your Name?’
nytimes.comSolitary Sunset Solitary on my postage stamp porch, I wear Chanel No. 5 and wait, a glass of ruby Beaujolais in hand. A plate with cold green grapes and fat slices of Fontina rests next to me.
A soft ocean breeze touches my cheek, carrying the scent of clean salt water. I sip. I wait. I watch. Azure blue fades to delicate gold, chased by a blushing pink horizon.
One year ago, I insisted again on a divorce. Now, I revel in a glorious summer sunset. Alone, complete, at peace. — Wendy Maldonado D’Amico Spontaneous Grooms In July 2000, San Diego Pride held a mass commitment ceremony for several dozen same-sex couples.
Single, I attended to witness all the love. “Please turn to your partner and repeat these vows,” the minister said. On a whim, I turned to the handsome stranger next to me. “You wanna do this?” I asked.
