Here’s a story we discovered on; we’re happy to lead you to it. Novelist/memoirist Nancy Weber has also written for us—a poignant essay, “My Mother’s Last Valentine.”



We live together, love each other, plan to be an item forever; we’re even (gasp) monogamous. Who needs marriage?

We’re The Dickster and Nanooch, Coach and Colette. He’s Monsieur le Patron toasting Madame le Chef. When the mood turns Italian, it’s Ricardo and Annunciatia. Could Husband and Wife sound sweeter?

Dick was 80 and I was 65 when we fell into each other’s lives, on a bright October day five years ago. We’re both writers and love telling the story. “We met online the old fashioned way. On line to buy smoked fish at Citarella.”

Lots of big spenders ahead of us at the deli counter, none in a rush, on the Saturday before Halloween. May they all live and prosper, especially a tall fortyish lawyer-couple wordily comparing the varieties of olive as if they were picking a jury. They gave Dick and me time to catch each other’s eye and size up each other’s baskets. He (Aran Islands sweater, Sean Connery eyebrows) was shopping for one. I (in catering mode) was feeding 20. Before you could say Wild-Caught Sockeye, we’d segued from chitchat (hot-smoked versus cold-smoked fish) to an artful exchange of data.

He would be eating his smoked salmon at his desk on West 10th Street while finishing a piece for Forbes; he was a contributing writer after many years on staff here and in Japan, where he’d opened the Asia bureau. Oh, the fishies in Japan. I’d be catering a lunch—cooking professionally was my midlife madness—for two performance artists from Berlin and some folks they’d lured to my place in Chelsea to re-enact, sort of, The Life Swap, a nonfiction book I’d written in the ’70s about trying to be someone else [switching apartments, job, lovers, and breakfast menus] while she was trying to be me.

“You can Google me,” he said. He didn’t quite blush, but he looked endearingly surprised to hear himself say the words. He gave me his name, and I gave him mine and my email, and four long days later, he invited me to lunch on smoked salmon at The Half King, my local pub.

Was it love or the midday Guinness? I kept thinking he was speaking Latin. Whatever he was saying—Arma virumque cano—I wanted more of it. I invited him to look in on what the boys from Berlin were doing—I was all wrapped up in it; and he did. His presence brought needed clarity. The Life Swap was my past. Dick might be my future, a beautiful future. “They’re leaving Thursday,” I said. “Come for dinner. Do you like rabbit? I oven-fry it.”

So we began . . .

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  • Nancy Weber June 16, 2014 at 4:46 pm

    You waste only 10 to 15 minutes before getting down to writing seriously? I’ve spent the last 10-15 years try to get my next novel past chapter one. So i should maybe be coming to you for advice. I do know that sometimes what seems like unconscionable delay–fiddling, noodling, sharpening pencils, alphabetizing your paperback mysteries–is really warm-up. Sneaking up on a solid idea or great sentence so you don’t scare it away. I also know that when I absolutely must write–because a deadline looms or the internal pressure is getting scary–I make myself get up very early, as soon as there’s a thread of light in the sky, & plunge in without stopping to do much more than wash my face & make coffee. The world feels fresh & full of energy. The phone doesn’t ring. My beloved’s soft snoring reminds me of his presence without requiring me to connect with anyone but my characters or ideas. When my kids were small, I liked to feel I’d done a day’s work by the time they woke up, & anything after that was lagniappe. The principle still holds. But 10 or 15 minutes–I’m in awe!

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  • Toni Myers November 26, 2013 at 3:15 pm

    I also feel no need to marry again. Twice was plenty, especially after the second one died after many agonizing years. Not that one is spared that, ever in life, but it helps not to end up with a drama queen, especially since I myself have some tendencies…
    We have a City certified domestic partner agreement (sounds like a cat breed) and all the documents we need in case of just about anything. I used to say I’d marry when everyone could, but that reason is no longer valid. But nobody asks anymore. I refer to him as my “spouse” and it’s enough.
    I love how you met in line.

  • Diane Dettmann November 25, 2013 at 9:23 am

    Intriguing love story and great photo!