Seconds before boarding my flight, I posted one final announcement: “I’m divorcing my husband, effective today.” At that exact moment, my CEO husband was at the hospital beside his mistress as she gave birth to his child. His call came instantly – Welcome

“Mom, you sound too cheerful. What are you doing?”

“Just tidying up the yard, sweetheart.”

“You’re plotting something. I can hear it.”

“Only if Monica gives me a reason to.”

“Mom…”

I laughed.

For a moment, while watering my tomatoes, I wondered whether I’d become ridiculous.

I was sixty-four years old and spending my afternoon preparing to catch my neighbor continue reading …