The
search for love is but the honest searching out of everything that interferes
with love.
A Course in Miracles (267)
Imagine eating several Almond Joy bars (substitute your
favorite candy here) while riding a roller coaster in the snow. How different is “falling in
love,” that giddy state where about all one can stomach is vanilla yogurt and the
other person is pretty much flawless? 
I have heard it said that falling in love is a form of
insanity. The first time I was afflicted (and blessed) was in high school. The
second time was in college, and I married him; I wouldn’t trade those 18 years
for anything. The third time - almost 10 years ago - qualifies, admittedly, as insanity, because he
was a lying scoundrel living a double life (I never even knew there was another woman let alone a MARRIAGE!).
But never mind my perpetual naiveté and a propensity to ignore red flags (both an infinite source of fertilizer for my writing landscape).
In retrospect, I understand that sometimes we’re magnetized to another in order to
