“This Is My House Now,” He Yelled—Until The Lawyer Revealed The Truth

mother’s living room, my living room—and looked at the circle of women sitting on chairs and cushions scattered across the floor. We called it the Second Chapter Society, and it had started simply enough.

It started small—just me, Jenny Morrison from across the street, and a nurse from my ward named Patricia who was going through a nasty divorce. We’d continue reading …