Suzanne walked down the fruit aisle for the second time. Pausing at the nectarines to squeeze, holding on to her cart, she twisted to look over her shoulder at the man standing by the salad dressing. God, his butt looked great in jeans. She had spotted him first looking through the wine, followed him to the soup, then to the cereal aisle, and now to the fruit. Looking down all the time at her cart full of whatever she grabbed to look inconspicuous.Batteries, that was what she came in the store for, Brian's remote control car. She hadn't gotten the batteries, couldn't forget those. The kids were gone for the weekend, but she'd promised to fix that car while they were gone.Rough looking, torn jeans, tanned skin, ruffled hair, and a warm smile.He did smile back by the soup, she thought. Could be married, though; he's too cute to be alone.She watched him grab a loaf of sourdough and head for the checkout. Still squeezing the nectarines, Suzanne felt her head spin. She began to panic. Should she leave her cart behind and position herself at the magazine rack? Could she let him leave the store without getting a number?This is ridiculous. What am I thinking? Why would he be interested in me? I have two kids, haven't dated since my divorce, I'm thirty-seven years old, and can't bring myself to talk to this man that I've been stalking for the past twenty minutes. I am acting like a teenager, she said to the stack of magazines as he headed for the door. She dropped the magazine and followed him."Excuse me, I don't generally approach strange men in grocery stores, but, in case you aren't married, I'd like to give you my phone number.""I noticed you in the store. I'm Will -- and you are?""Suzanne, nice to meet you. Do you live around here?""I do, I'm on my way to a friend's party," he said, holding the wine and grocery bag up for her to see. "Would you like to come with me, or should I use this number later?"We can all remember that feeling of looking at a man and feeling an immediate attraction, wishing he were single, wondering what his touch might feel like. We want to look into eyes full of desire for us and experience a life shared with someone who fully knows who we are. Even if the last experience of romance ended in divorce, we still want to date, to be intimate, and to find the courage to love again. The loss experienced in divorce is a sinking process in which most women feel they have sunk to the lowest place they could imagine. In order to move from that deep sense of failure, anger, and sadness, we need to be able to change direction. How do we redefine our direction? We imagine something new -- a life we can look forward to. We use all our mind's power to create a new picture of our life.It is difficult to imagine something beautiful and fulfilling when our marriage has either crashed and burned or just slowly sputtered out. We have spent years building an understanding of who we are in that one primary relationship. Then love ends, and we have a choice: either we can blame divorce for our difficult life circumstances, or we can create a new picture of the life we want and then allow that picture to inspire us on the journey. The picture we create needs to be specific. It needs to have enough fantasy to tickle us with courage and enough reality to allow us to believe it is possible. If we can see our lives as a journey toward a destination of our own choosing, then it is much easier to live each day, to do what we have to do in order to support ourselves and our children as we keep taking steps in the direction we...