It was a disorienting and painful time in my life. I had recently divorced, changed jobs, moved to a different house, and was just beginning to adjust to having joint custody of my daughter. Each step toward establishing order in my house helped me begin to orient myself to this new phase of life. Yet night after night, I would slip back into disorientation, often waking up and not knowing where I was. When this happened, I would first make certain where I was—in this unfamiliar bedroom within a strange house that had not yet become a home. Then, once I knew where I was, I would awaken more fully and determine if my daughter Suzanne was with me or with her Dad.