Five years after my husband suddenly died, I was trembling as I went on my first date – in the middle of dinner he stood up and left without a word, feeling wretched and humiliated I asked for the check, and the waitress leaned close to my ear and whispered, “Don’t leave yet, someone just came looking for you…”
Twenty-nine months after the state trooper with the little American flag patch knocked on her door, Aubrey Miller went on her first date. She sat in a red vinyl booth at a cozy neighborhood restaurant in suburban Ohio, knees pressed against the underside of the table, fingers worrying the tiny flag charm on the thin … Read more