the goose & the guest house
When my husband, an Englishman, and I finally got together romantically it was after eight years of friendship, and years of joking about getting married for a green card. But now we were serious—in love and unsure of when we would next see each other. I was in graduate school for social work and he was working in London, neither of us had the finances to support an international long-distance relationship. So in order to be together, we ferociously started… >> learn more.