THE question stumped me.
There I was, sitting on a deep comfy couch on a beautiful summer day in Santa Monica, being asked the simplest of queries about the rest of my life, or, in this case, the rest of my afternoon. What sort of new activities, the therapist wanted to know, might I take up after my divorce to expand my horizons and fill my time?
I drew a total blank. And then I tossed out the first thing that popped into my mind.
“Um,” I stammered. “Backgammon?”