For Years I Wrote In My Basement.

Did You Feel Guilty Cursing God--you, Of All People?' No,' He Said. 'because Even In Doing So, I Was Recognizing There Was A Greater Power Than Me.' He Paused. And That Is How I Began To Heal.

God Sings, We Hum Along, And There Are Many Melodies, But It's All One Song - One Same, Wonderful, Human Song.

The Story Of My Recent Life.' I Like That Phrase. It Makes More Sense Than 'the Story Of My Life', Because We Get So Many Lives Between Birth And Death. A Life To Be A Child. A Life To Come Of Age. A Life To Wander, To Settle, To Fall In Love, To Parent, To Test Our Promise, To Realize Our Mortality- And In Some Lucky Cases, To Do Something After That Realization.

In College, I Had A Course In Latin, And One Day The Word "divorce" Came Up. I Always Figured It Came From Some Root That Meant "divide." In Truth, It Comes From "divertere," Which Means "to Divert." I Believe That. All Divorce Does Is Divert You, Taking You Away From Everything You Thought You Knew And Everything You Thought You Wanted And Steering You Into All Kinds Of Other Stuff, Like Discussions About Your Mother's Girdle And Whether She Should Marry Someone Else.

We All Know How To Be A Child.