As the days have crept toward June 26th, I’ve been slowly weighted by sadness. This should have been my 11th wedding anniversary—it would have been, but I got divorced earlier this year, and a day that should have been cause for celebration has thumped hot and heavy in my chest where my heart should be. I’ve

“What are you most afraid of?” my friend Mike asked me last year. And without hesitation I answered: “Being misunderstood.” And so it is a startling place in which I now find myself: misunderstood in voice and action at an alarming, uncomfortable rate—by others on occasion, but most often by myself. Shortly after the advent of