by Julia Wood Kramer

My Mayflower Moms: Sarah, Rebecca, Bella

The ways we are

My search for the meaning of family came into particular focus when my twenty-year marriage ended abruptly and painfully after my husband left to marry a woman from his office, and it appeared to me that my entire past had been for nothing. When I married for a second time, at 48, to a man who was not only Jewish (I am a bedrock W.A.S.P.) but 74-years old (he is now 89, and a national tennis champion), I urgently needed to forge for myself a fresh understanding of my past, to give myself an identity and a history that could not be taken away.

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