After 30 years of marriage, I moved to a one-room loft apartment with my dog, Red, and created a cocoon for us.  It felt like a safe, quiet place to start over.  It wasn’t until about a year later, when my daughter’s friend said to me, “How are you doing?  You seem like you’re kind of killing it,” that I realized that she was right!  I was at a crossroads and I had come through it better than ever.

What I do now is support women like you who want to make that same transition.