We Met at a Grief Support Group. We’re Getting Married Next Spring.

After my divorce, I told everyone I was done. Ruth would tell you the same thing about themselves.

We met at a community center pottery class neither of us particularly wanted to attend.

At first it was just conversation. Then it was coffee. Then, somehow, it was Sunday mornings we both started looking forward to.

My children were skeptical. They’d watched me build a life alone for six years and worried I was moving too fast.

But at this age, you learn that waiting for the ‘right time’ is often just another way of staying afraid.