Towards the end of my marriage, I used to watch a lot of One Day at a Time reruns. My favorite part was the beginning, where Ann puts down her suitcases and jumps for joy as she’s leaving her old home to start over. When I finally left my home to start over, I wasn’t carrying suitcases, I was holding the leashes of two dogs. Such circumstances precluded me from immitating Ann’s moment of freedom. Still, I love the song… and the saga…