Jealousy can be one of the most life-transforming experiences you’ll have.

    I didn’t used to think that, though.

    I used to hate feeling jealous because I didn’t know what to do with its wrenching pangs that ate away at me. No matter how I tried, I failed to wish or pray the feelings away. Worse, I knew my behavior revealed my jealousy, which made it doubly awful. Have you experienced something similar?

   When my daughter Lisa was graduating from UC Santa Cruz, she wanted Davy and me to come early to attend a party that was to start at collegiate hour of 11 p.m. That seems like a no-brainer, right? Except we lived five hundred miles away, and we’d be driving through LA’s Friday-night rush-hour traffic. Obviously we needed to
leave our house no later than 2 p.m. to make it on time.
    A caveat here: Davy does not have the same, intense sense of time that I’ve acquired from 33 years of teaching school and being controlled by school bells. So a 2 p.m. departure for him could mean a 3 p.m. departure, or later. I knew this about him, and I fumed