First a Woman, Now a Man. Is it Time for Myself?

What if Mr. Right, Isn’t?

In 2011, my 83-year-old father, a prince of a man to anyone you might ask, lost his balance getting out of bed one morning, and struck his head against his chest of drawers; hard enough, it turned out, to cause a brain bleed. Though he was transported to the closest trauma center by helicopter (an event he had always wanted to experience, but up to that time, hadn’t had the opportunity), and surgeons quickly removed a chuck of skull in order to relieve the pressure the bleed was putting on his brain, he…