In the last four years of sobriety, I have lived approximately fourteen years. I had a second child. A beautiful little girl named Aria. My heart. She’s two, so thankfully I have plenty of time before she starts dating—which is good, because as a Jew in America these days, I’m already well on my way to being sufficiently armed by the time some terrified sixteen-year-old shows up at my front door. For entirely unrelated reasons, of course. Becoming her father was one of the gr