Love Notes: Third time's the charm (or maybe it's the number 9)

About 20 years ago, my life was perfect. I lived in Grand Rapids, Mich., a solid Midwestern city saved from permanent dreariness by dynamic spurts of urban development. I had just built and moved into a new house. My son was a high school senior headed to the University of Michigan in the fall. My twin daughters, although dedicated to tormenting me on a daily basis, were otherwise adorable, well-adjusted 8-year-olds. I had a creative job, lots of friends, opportunities to travel and the kind of joyous relief that comes from surviving a messy, heartbreaking divorce and moving on.

By Kim Androw, Special to Tribune Newspapers

November 11, 2012