She rose with the sun, reached under the guest room bed to pull out her journal, and opened to a fresh page. Too tired to write out a narrative of last night’s suicide scare, she resorted to a list of bullets. • I feel as powerless divorcing Jeff as I did in my marriage. &...
While looking out over the Delaware, Marty ate his cheesesteak and I alternated bites of pear with spoonfuls of nonfat cottage cheese from the container balanced on my knee. “Angela says she comes here every New Year’s Eve and Fourth of July for the fireworks,” he said. Th...