We went to the Titanic exhibit yesterday. They touched an iceberg, read about prominent passengers and saw cases containing personal items carefully retrieved from the unimaginable depths. At entry we were handed the boarding pass of a real passenger, with name, age, occupation, and a little life story. At the end of the exhibit I discovered that my passenger survived. Down through the years, I felt her despair over losing her lover, her baby’s father, who did not survive. I also felt her relief. Surviving such a disaster and witnessing the turmoil and chaos of such an event has to have made her resilient, which she would have to have as an unwed mother. The coincidence is not lost on me. Kate, I hope you found peace and your place in the world.