At 34, a nice man missed a red-light and every single thing about my life changed. I have a traumatic brain injury. I was a married writer about to start a new career as an English teacher. Our marriage could not survive the confusion and amnesia. When asked, I did not know I was married. After more doctors and therapy than I can remember, I am a writer again with a new book out called A Beautiful Catastrophe. I have met, fallen in love with, and married an Episcopal priest. I am not the man I once was. I am better.