The Poverty of Imagination

When your marriage ended, you write about how you told yourself that you had a hole in your life where love should be. As i settled into singleness, i grew saner, kinder, more generous, more loving in untheatrical, everyday ways. I can't name the day when i suddenly realized the lack of love in my life was not a reality, but a poverty of imagination and a carelessly narrow use of an essential word.