My Best Friend’s Wedding
At sixteen, when I tried hooking you up with my husband, Randy, before I realized that I wanted him for myself, I told you about his gun-toting, mountain man physique that was similar to Daniel Day-Lewis in Last of the
A Window of Borrowed Time
During the wedding reception, I stand in a corner of the room in my cinnamon-colored bridesmaid dress, remembering how everything used to be, trying to comprehend how much everything has changed. I met the bride, Madison, my freshman year in