A 55-year-old British divorcee stood on a sun-drenched street in Nashville, Tennessee, heart racing, and jogged between moving cars to stop a woman he had never met. He told her she was breathtaking.
“Hey, Lisa,” my friend, Marcia approached me after our Boot Camp exercise class this week. “That dinner you told us about was at Castle Hill, right? I told my husband about it, and he just couldn’t ...