Every year around this time, we talk about cutting down the tree. What he means, of course, is, “I’m worried it will fall and kill us in our sleep,” which makes us peer around the trunk, looking for the tree’s innate logic — one we hope is stronger than our own. I am not inclined to make anything I love disappear.
I think, instead, of people I should call on the phone, each hello or goodbye a leaf, evergreen as love, unsteady and oblivious to harm. — Vickie Karp The Ouija board’s planchette swirled gently. It glided up to “YES.” In 1995, I was 28 and newly relocated to Mystic, Conn. I had many deeper questions at this point in my life, but I did seek someone to love.
We married two years later. — Judy Auber Jahnel The cab I drove three nights a week in the ’80s had no radio. I kept a portable one on the dash tuned to WNYC. One night a Gregorian chant came on as I picked up two men and a natty young woman on University Place.
Twenty years later in California, my wife came home to KCRW broadcasting a medieval motet. I put it together: Maria was that passenger! Ex-New-Yorkers-who-officially-met-in-Los-Angeles, we share many commonalities.
But our musical tastes still diverge around 1300 AD. — Kevan Jenson Engagement photos at Spirit Halloween? Spend the night at the house that inspired “The Conjuring”? See “Paranormal Activity” on Broadway?
We met on the cusp of fall, and horror became our love language. It’s mostly my thing, but Craig always leans in. Ghosts, haunted houses, scary movies — and one promise: Whoever goes first has to haunt the other.
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