As mid-life awakenings go (I refuse to call it a crisis), mine has been pretty tame. Quite ho-hum actually. I left my husband with a bang one day last June and never looked back, travelled to Europe with my daughters in July, moved back in with my parents in August, moved into a new home in September, lost 20 pounds, and was falling in love by October. Hmmm, maybe tame is the wrong word. Needless to say, while the external changes have been sweeping, the changes in me have been profound. …
