WHEN MY 59-YEAR-OLD NEIGHBOR KNOCKED AT MIDNIGHT, I THOUGHT I WAS FIXING A PIPE, BUT I WAS REALLY SAVING MY OWN LIFE…

had wanted noise, travel, motion. I had wanted a home, routine, a life with roots. We had not broken each other. We had simply been built for different weather.

The second marriage was harder to confess because it had ended for a reason that still made me flinch. “She told me I was a ghost,” I said one morning, staring into my cup. “That I came home continue reading …