The worst thing about being a divorcee wasn't the divorce itself. It was the circumstances leading up to it. We had been married for 20 years, two beautiful daughters, a nice house in the suburbs. We were both employed, he as an attorney, soon to become a partner in a prestigious law firm. I'm a marketing consultant at a cosmetics manufacturer. Our social life was full, parties with co-workers or at corporate events. I th...

Our college life can be described as four years that passed in the blink of an eye. We kept wondering when it was going to get hard, because for us it never did. And, except for those few hiccups our freshman year, it was smooth sailing with the sorority. This spring, we said good-bye to Tracy Simson, our house mother. She asked to transfer to the Delta Alpha Bravo fraternity, after their mother quit. The rumor mill ran r...

Two lovebirds, holding hands, heads together, smiling into each other's eyes. "She thinks he's her boyfriend," the director said. "At night, she goes into his room." She looked at me, no sign of recognition. "Are they intimate?" I ask. "Yes. Does that bother you?" That terrible disease had robbed her of our memories. Now those memories were all I had. "Does it bother me? No. She's happy. That's all that matters now." I th...