[1]Somewhere along the line, I got fatigued trying to figure out why no husband has found his way into my life. And instead, I decided to make the most of it, with as much as grace, spirit and levity as possible. There are days, when that’s a cakewalk. And nights, when I fight back the swells of longing. In between, with lots of help from friends, family, The New Yorker, extra virgin olive oil, art, prayer, Javier Bardem and pretty clothes, I feel grateful.