Mary Alice: When you read this morning’s paper, you may come across an article about the unusual day I had last week. Normally, there’s never anything newsworthy about my life, but that all changed last Thursday. Of course, everything seemed quite normal at first. I made breakfast for my family. I performed my chores. I completed my projects. I ran my errands. In truth, I spent the day as I spent every other day: quietly polishing the routine of my life until it gleamed with perfection. That’s why it was so astonishing when I decided to go my hallway closet and retrieve a revolver that had never been used…
