“She was . . . an untouchable. Not from scorn or fear, but from the obscenity of the loss,” wrote Bill Clegg in his novel, Did You Ever Have a Family. That sentence shook me deep inside my bones. It burrowed its way in and laid eggs there. In my town, in my circle, in my own life, I had become untouchable. I printed that sentence out and put it on my refrigerator and patted it fondly, like a favorite auntie, whenever I happened to notice it there and reread it. For my visit to the Dorothy Parker Academy, I’m trying to choose one of the more joyful Christmas carols about the divorce discovery
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