Someone asked me yesterday to think about what the five most defining moments in my life have been. My mind darted amongst a number of relatively benign events — boarding my first solo flight out of the U.S., leaving for college, being with my grandmother shortly before her death, falling in love with my (now) husband, becoming a mother — a set of moments I’m trying to let sit in my mind to see if any more interesting or surprising ones stick out as I continue to think through this question. After all, maybe one of those moments should be nearly failing Calculus, sleeping in a train station in Venice, making a dear friend cry, sobbing over heartbreak, or going to a shrink. Read more