Our Double Rainbow
A road trip to San Francisco, our first kiss, and more adventures
All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware. -Martin Buber
I entered grad school expecting to graduate with an M.A. When I completed the program, I’d earned an M.A. and a Mrs. Such a deal!
This is the story of how I became Mrs. Paz.
I met my husband on the first day of grad school. We were in a small cohort of about 25 teachers pursuing master’s degrees.
As we gave brief introductions around the room, I noticed the tan, handsome man across from me. He wore a silky shirt printed with street art and slacks. As you can imagine, he must have been good-looking (and confident!) to wear that so well.
I’m 99% sure I wore jeans, a t-shirt, and maybe my boots. Classes were on Saturdays, and I had likely stopped by the barn on my way to Cal State.
My nervous introduction probably included details about my job teaching Kindergarteners in a public school and my collection of pets. Precisely: A rescue cat, two Australian Shepherds, and an Arabian horse.
Mr. Handsome’s introduction included his job teaching juveniles in jail and his collection of children. Precisely: Two young boys and two little girls. And an…
