When worlds collide
Carol Pinchefsky is a writer that I know through various circles. She talented and nice. She also has an article in todays New York Times’s Modern Love column, called, â€˜La BohÃ¨meâ€™ Is Romantic, as Long as Iâ€™m Not the Star. This is a column that is regularly illustrated by our friend David Chelsea, you might have noticed his wife -e- hanging out here. I feel like these folks should know each other, but they don’t. It is only random coincidence that I’m sitting here as link between them.
I DIDNâ€™T marry my husband for his money, I swear. I married him because he is brilliant, funny, compassionate and handsome. He is also unlike any man I had ever dated. You see, he has a job.
A man with a job wasnâ€™t a situation I had much experience with. I was raised by a mostly single mother; my father, who lived with us intermittently, could not pay child support. We lived on welfare, food stamps and the charity of relatives. Our telephone connection was a fair-weather friend.