When I was younger I used to say I had no regrets. I’d experienced times both good and bad. I’d gone through spates of highs and lows. I had a family, friends, and a career. Despite a few bumps, I believed my life was progressing quite swimmingly. Truth be known, my bads weren’t really horrible. My lows didn’t require medication. And my highs centered around births and slots on the NY Times Best Seller List.