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By Every Family's Got One Guest Writer -- Lori Holden It was a dark and stormy night. Actually, it was a frigid January night, and all the homes in our old neighborhood were shut tight. As tight as the skin on Mickey Rourke’s face. I was in the bathroom... bathing the kids, then ages 4 and 2. My husband, Roger, was out of town and not due until the following night. His absences were particularly hard during those early years, and I would celebrate his return with a quick peck on the cheek (well, not consistently) as I headed [...]