AS the daughter of divorced parents, I wasn't sentimental about weddings or marriage. I had no visions of myself wearing a white dress. My thoughts on the subject instead tended toward pre-nups, counseling and custody. Yet when I fell in love and decided
THAT there were 1,200 miles and several states between us meant constant motion: planes, taxis, buses, trams. And a lot of sitting around waiting -- in airports, for cabs, for one of us to pick up the other. Over time, the states between us grew emotional