Failing in Marriage Does Not Mean Failing at Marriage
Briefly

Alone one evening in early spring, seated on a green park bench beside the Charles River in Cambridge, Mass., I waited for Deb.The sun was setting and the temperature falling, and I was wearing my softball jersey and knickers and wishing I had remembered to bring my thick flannel shirt.Now, decades later, at my home in Iowa, I search for that bench on Google Maps.
Read at www.nytimes.com
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