Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards*. Soren Kierkegaard* After a life of adultery, many men known, I'm old, not in spirit, but calendar old. Young, it was so short a time ago. Then, young, was forever. Old, when did it become so? Was it when pop culture figures were unfamiliar when more dead were known than alive when none my age were present at an event? Was it, when a seat was offered, a...

It was long ago but for me, not so long ago. On an October 1975, evening, I crossed a forbidden threshold. Although twenty-five-years old, married and mother of two, I was young, a girl, not yet a woman. That evening, I backed out of our home’s driveway, glanced from the rear-view mirror to the kitchen window and saw him, my husband. He watched me leave, just like Mom did when Dad drove off. At the curb, I looked away and...