WHEN YOUR HEART IS YOUR MAP MJ Hanley-Goff I remember it well. I was driving along the Cross-Bronx Expressway on a three-hour ride back to my Hudson Valley home from Long Island, after an evening of game-playing with my nephew’s boys. It was winter. My mind wandered, as it does on long drives, when a pleasant feeling suddenly came over me, like a familiar door had just opened, a light peeked through, and a blanket of warmth followed. Thinking it might be a hot flash, I opened the windows [...]