The Secret to Our Happy Marriage: Smelly Cars and a Fear of Escalators


17 years ago at this very moment I sat in a swivel chair surrounded by make-up artists, hair stylists, my hysterical mother and about half a dozen second cousins. It was just a few hours until our Big Fat Egyptian Wedding. True to prophecy our wedding went EXACTLY as an Egyptian wedding should. The ceremony began 90 minutes late and the vast majority of the two plus hour ritual was in Coptic. At least five times in that two hours,  Chris lowered his head to me and whispered "are we married yet?" At our priest's prodding,  I vowed to "be like an olive tree" and bear my husband many fruits. … [Read more...]