“Did you ever get divorced?” 6-yo Kai recently asked my wife, as we three sat on the couch munching white-cheddar popcorn. “No, that was Daddy. He was married once before.” Jodi glanced over at me, smiled and continued,”I’ve only been married to one person.” My son turned his earnest gaze my way. “Who did you marry, Daddy?” “Her name was Kim,” I told him. Kai grabbed a fistful of popcorn and asked no more questions. My divorce was a dark and sad chapter of my life, as it is f

Until my later 30s the chair that I am had one very wobbly leg. I was off balance in the deepest part where intimate connection takes root and romantic love blossoms. I was popular but lacked confidence, though few could see it, because I hid it masterfully behind a veil of so-called cool. I did not want for company but, sadly, I could not commit to much more than fleeting intimacy. I missed precious opportunities to grow, connect and feel love. Like Carly Simon sang, “a lege