Deconstructing myself

On grief, God, and my midlife return to faith

At this moment five years ago, I was most likely already crying, about to start crying, or just finishing up a good jag of crying.

A few months earlier, I’d gone through a disappointing breakup, a year or so after finalizing a divorce after twenty years of marriage.

And—understatement ahead—I wasn’t taking it well.

2019 me. A lot of tears spilled below …