This year, Christmas Eve and the first night of Hanukkah coincide, which is very rare. My family is excited.
The moment I kissed Jeff’s freckled mouth on the dance floor of a Washington, D.C., club, I was electrified. He was a cute frat brother in a backwards New York Yankees cap — the epitome of a ’90s Jewish boy from Kings Park, Long Island. I was an Italian-Catholic girl from Staten Island in my freshman year at American University.