Last year, at 27, I went through a divorce. The experience came with a lot of conflicting emotions and logistical issues to sort through — not to mention the additional task of getting reacquainted with myself after years in an unhappy relationship.
All this was happening while I was living hundreds of miles away from my family, who had always been my support system. So I turned to my local community, including friends in their 50s, 60s, 70s, and 80s.
I’d started forming these friendships before my divorce. While I was married, I joined a local Italian Club, where I’d exercise my fluency in the language alongside Italians, Italian-Americans…
