Kathy and I were married almost 30 years until her breast cancer ended things on my birthday in 2018. It’s weird how life happens.

We were blessed with a precious daughter, now 25. Our family was formed largely by the 1926 “Hollywood Eclectic” house, with its steep pitched roof and turret, that we occupied on a scenic mountainside street in Mt. Washington. It was the type of house neighborhood kids called the “witch’s’ house” around Halloween.

I lived in that house uneasily after Kathy died and Laura left for college at Tulane in New Orleans. The house was filled with memories, which comforted me as much as they stung by critical absences.

At some point, I dated via Match.com. I met good women, all intelligent, kind, loving and wise. There was one in particular from Santa Monica whom I

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