After a therapist suggested divorce, she saw a psychic who told her, “When the seasons change, you’ll know it’s time to go.” She moved to Eugene, where in quick succession her dog died, wildfires raged, her back gave out, both parents passed, and a trip to Mexico for alternative medicine landed her in a psych ward — but in the end, she came back to Petaluma, stubborn yet wiser from the whole shitshow.