I met my husband Mark ten years ago today.
When you do the work I’ve done over my life having a solid relationship is at best difficult, in reality impossible. Then I met him.
I’d just moved to Las Vegas to launch my radio show under what we all knew were impossible odds. It was 116 degrees, when twelve hours after I arrived a man knocked on my door to turn on my gas. That man has been in my life ever since, teaching me more about love than the many years I spent professionally investigating relationships and marriage, including giving advice and playing professional matchmaker to people. A dear friend, Judy, who hired me at the LA Weekly and has been by my side in all things ever since (radio, my one-woman show “Weeping for J.F.K.,” my book…), said it perfectly tonight: A decade ago he lit up your life and it continues to be a gas. Am thankful to him for the infinite wisdom in finding and loving you and supporting your mission with tireless devotion.
The adventure has been the ride of my life, my greatest gift, and he remains the one person who knows my deepest passions & believes in what I do, sometimes even more than me, especially when things get rough, as they do often. He kept me going when writing “The Hillary Effect” became impossible, the research unending, watching me struggle as any author does who’s writing an impossible historic tale of truth no one else has dared put on paper… then through the editing process that was a killer.
I owe him more than I’ll ever be able to say or repay. When it first began, no one believed it was real. Some thought I’d lost my mind. I was such a confirmed bachelorette and loner, who could blame them? Once they met him and saw us together everyone in my life understood.
It was Mark who sat me down on our wedding anniversary in December after the 2008 election cycle to say we should move to Washington, D.C. so I could continue doing what I loved so much, but doing it where he thought I belonged. Willingly, he took early retirement to make it happen.
We’ve had a great ride so far and we’re not close to finished. Amid all the hard work and never ending hours of research, studying and writing, he remains my rock. I’m the luckiest girl in the world.