I WAS NEVER a June bride. I was a July divorcée. I got married when I was 28. It didn’t seem like a rash decision. I’m smart. I think things through. I tend to make the right call, and this one seemed ...

ONE CHILLY NIGHT in mid-November, I woke up with a fluttery feeling in my chest. I struggled to catch my breath. I thought I was having a panic attack, but I felt like I was dying. My mind was racing: ...