Ode to Joy

miss my family,” I told him as he bent over his desk, at work on a story that he needed to file that afternoon. I was good at knowing when Lucas—now my husband—was on deadline and invariably interrupting him just hours before a story was due to talk about my feelings. He looked up from the gray computer glow and sighed. Not an entirely annoyed sigh, but a sigh that said, “This? Now? Again?”

We had been living together in Lexington, Kentucky, for three months. We first met in New York City, and then I moved home to Sonoma, California, to write. He, on the other hand, moved to Kentucky to continue working as a horse-racing journalist and to start his own business