Now that I'm settled, I must reflect on my past as a happy-go-lucky single. How can I forget the many times I've misled myself into a man's loving arms, and how much I loved every minute of it?Why, I squirm as if caught in a velvet trap...well, I could, but my second husband is standing right behind me and might ask me what I'm sitting on.I loved my first husband, a wonderfully funny Jew whose parents had fled the Holocaust as kids. After a dozen...