Essay: Learning to soar after divorce

Now that I was divorced, unemployed and living in my childhood bedroom, I had finally figured out a great Saturday routine. If I wasn’t running too late, I stopped by one of two Starbucks roughly 80 yards from each other on Santa Margarita Parkway. Then I drove to the Orange County Bird of Prey Center in Silverado Canyon and donned gardening gloves. With fellow volunteers, I picked owl pellets out of gravel, hosed down plywood enclosure walls and scrubbed rotting poultry off AstroTurf-cove