My Big, Fat Interracial Marriage

07/11/2012 03:54 pm ET
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My husband and I met the usual way—in a dive bar. Over the years I’ve spun the story to make it sound less like a cliché.

“We met at a jazz club,” I’ll say in polite company. “I went there to see an improvisational drummer, and wound up with an Irishman who brandished impressive guns.”

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