from the editor

The “That’s Amore” Issue

I remember the moment exactly: The first thing I saw when I opened the door was a bouquet of gladiolas. Not the well-trimmed, carefully florist-wrapped kind. They were big, dripping with white blossoms, and nearly four feet long. Wildly inappropriate. And wildly romantic. The tall, handsome guy holding them made a big impression on me, too, and even all these years later, the memory of that first date with my husband warms me to my toes. What is it about your heart’s desire, when you finally know it? That flash of connection, that swimming-head feeling, that warm, sure thing. “We fit together like puzzle pieces,” one of the women I interviewed this month told me about her husband, and I know just what she means. Or maybe it was the gladiolas.

~leanne

kleinmann@skirtmemphis.com