Karen and I were married in 1977. Today is our 40th anniversary.
But the truth is I have been in love with Karen since I was nine years old. Which is to say I have been helplessly, hopelessly in love with Karen for most of my life.
I’m publishing the first chapter of my eBook How I Married Karen as a tribute to my wife without whom I am nothing.
Chapter 1
Great Expectations

She crosses my vision like a moon; nothing seems to touch her.
The new girl has thick black hair; dark eyes that seem to look right through you. She has just transferred from Yeshiva Ohel Moshe to Yeshiva of Flatbush. Her father is a rabbi in Bensonhurst, Brooklyn.
Karen Singer is her name.