On being married to Gena

A little over seven years ago, Gena and I were both at a conference, and her outbound flight was cancelled. I was hiding alone in my two-bed hotel room with an acute case of pink eye. She needed a place to crash before her flight the next morning.

Despite my highly contagious, overtly diseased visage, Gena deigned to stay in the other bed. We stayed up all night talking—about work, about people we both knew, about psychology and philosophy. A few months later we were dating, and a year and change later we were married.

This March marks our sixth wedding anniversary. Our marriage not infrequently leaks onto Twitter. We both “Work in Public”, and also Parent in Public—we have two small children. Marriage in Public happens as a matter of course. Here follows a more considered, essay length treatment On Being Married to Gena, a circumstance as wonderful as it is rare.

There’s “good with people”, and then there’s Gena

In that all-night conversation, what most struck me were Gena’s deep insight…