[1]For months, I’ve felt like I was falling through space, without firm ground in sight. I turned to my anchors – friends, older brother, grilled corn, Jon Stewart, a thick novel, prayer, ballet class, Martin Margiela shoes, and none did the trick, although come to think of it, perhaps they did. I plowed through every day. And yes, there were times I asked: would a husband make a difference?
Image: Failure to Engage by Kelly Reemsten [1]