When it comes to personal memorabilia, I am a pack rat. My collection of memories resides in three homes in two cities, and extends as far back as the long notes exchanged between friends in high school to letters that were sent from camp …

You met someone new. Better than perfect on paper, this person is perfect for you. And then the inexplicable happens, like an out of the ordinary intervention, as if your brain’s been hijacked and your body, no matter how hard you try, doe…