Leigh Kramer is my new friend, though we've never met. When we do, however, I'll enjoy trying my first fried pickle and gushing over all the things we have in common: our love for God, for books, for writing, for adventure. Join me at her blog where I share a bit about my and Greg's story. Then linger there for awhile and read the journeys of other writers in discussing how they found love.
In late summer of 2004, on the eastern end of Long Island, where celebrities came to shake off the City, and locals cast fishing lines into the Shinnecock bay, I accepted an office job that I still leave off my resume. In retrospect, I see how God works everything—even our temporary diversions—into something good.