It takes time to find your dance.

When I finally liked going home again.

The hours between 4 and 7 pm were the worst.

I hated going home. That empty house spoke to an aloneness I hadn’t felt since my 30s. What used to be a building of welcome, of doing, of life and love…held nothing for me. It’s just underscored what I had lost.

Over the years, home had been so many things to me. Before Lee, it was more of a stopping place bet…