I Didn T Marry The Love Of My Life On Purpose
I was 17 and Fred was 24 when we first met. Fred and I belonged to the same synagogue. We were both involved in local musical theater productions but had never crossed paths. Instead of randomly meeting at High Holy Day services like many Jewish men and women might, we were divinely united to sing “You Gotta Have Heart” for a temple fundraiser variety show. Fred had red hair with accompanying adorable freckles....