I just sent my latest manuscript to an editor. I think it’s time to make it as polished as I can. It will always be closest to my heart. As I sat at the kitchen table, head feeling like it was splitting in two, when walking to the bathroom was the biggest challenge of my day, I began to think of all those people whose challenges are so much greater than mine. Always wanting to be a man as the women of my generation were powerless, I dreamt of being the man strong enough to face the worst life could give him. I’m glad I didn’t live his life, grateful my challenges have been relatively easy and I’ve moved beyond them. I wish I could recognize evil as he does, and be able to make the differences he makes.