Renewal Close to the Aegean Sea
Mario was a foster baby; I used to be a sheltered bookworm. We married younger in Union, Maine. When the seven-year itch hit, we determined to renovate a cliff-side villa in Santorini for a loopy Malibu protection lawyer. It was 1994, earlier than the island’s backbone sprouted resorts. Work days included transporting baggage of cement on donkeys’ backs. Days off we hiked, swam, tanned on topless seashores. We toasted our relationship each pink Homeric sundown. At evening, we ate fava beans and fish washed down with retsina. And olives. Oh, these olives. — Sherry Barker Abaldo
A Home Divided
Years in the past, I used to be in Wisconsin visiting Mother. One evening, barely intoxicated, my brother laid into her and me with hatred of the president she and I supported. Shocked, we left. Politics have divided our homes since. Mother known as one current evening: My brother has coronavirus. Shaken, I debated reaching out. Would he need to hear from me? Subsequent morning, I heard a couple of congressman whose son had died by suicide and the assist he obtained from Democrats and Republicans throughout the rebellion in Washington. I texted my brother and his spouse with inquiries, nicely needs. Solely his spouse replied. — Wendy Lukomski
Had been We ‘Meant to Be’?
I noticed Anthony from time to time in Los Angeles bars. We had been all the time pleasant. Then, one Friday we ran into one another at a avenue honest. We bumped into one another once more on Saturday. Sunday, too. Nonetheless, solely flirty chat and ambivalence. On Monday, whereas I used to be driving, Anthony walked proper previous me. I lastly gave him my quantity and cooked him dinner per week later. Nonetheless married 17 years later, we don’t imagine in “meant to be.” We imagine in a mix of coronary heart and head: luck and dedication. — Dean First rate
A True Milestone
The day earlier than my thirty second birthday, Greg gripped my hand within the emergency room. The sonogram revealed a miscarriage. He comforted and anchored me as I waded in a sea of grief for weeks, then months. Seven years and two kids later, Greg remembered to choose up my thirty ninth birthday cake, together with hand sanitizer, as New York Metropolis lurched towards a grim shutdown. Now, virtually a yr later, virtually a yr older, virtually a yr at dwelling, I stroll bravely towards my fortieth birthday, figuring out the true milestone is our love and well being. — Christine Byun