Maybe you are single, and as the dreaded day approaches, you just want to escape from the glossy pink and red advertisements everywhere that shove in your face that you are “missing out.”

“Miles and miles away, My Darling,” her smokey, dreamy voice breathes golden melancholy into my indigo evening. “But in the blue of morning the break of dawn has come / And I’m watching the horizon / Where yesterday has gone.”

Since his traumatic birth (10 lbs 3 oz), my son had exhibited all the symptoms of ADHD with increasing intensity. At four, he began to refer to himself by the adjectives he overheard me use when describing him. “I’m a wild child.”