The Secret Life of Divine
Monday, August 16, 2004, 7:20 a.m.
I SCRIBBLE furiously from the first-row corner seat aboard Lantabus Metro. I’m anxious to capture the thoughts and words as they come, honestly, naturally. As I write, I wonder how I ever made it to this point.
A little over three years ago, I quit a well-paying, soul-destroying job in title insurance. Around the same time, I discovered my fiancé’s...