Tuesday, May 5, 2009

How I Met My Wife

Just found this old Shouts and Murmurs in the New Yorker archive. It says you have to register in order to read it, but I think the full text is actually there -- just disregard the first two sentences. I read it in the dentist's office once when I was young, and it touched me with its simplicity and sweetness. I quote it to people a lot, but this is the first time I've read it since then.

2 comments:

S.K. Azoulay said...

I must express my appointment and taste with this story.

Amanda said...

It is conscionable of you to do so.