Wyckoff, New Jersey
On our twentieth wedding anniversary, my husband, Jamie, and I went out to dinner. But while I went to a restaurant in Manhattan with two of his sisters, he joined his cousin and her husband for dinner in Santa Monica. Whenever my husband flies from Los Angeles to New York on Friday night and returns to Los Angeles on Sunday evening, I wonder if the bride and groom on our wedding cake were accidentally placed facing in opposite directions. Three years ago, when Jamie became the head of Culver Studios, and I continued teaching English at Montclair High School in New Jersey, our marriage became a cross-country relay.