All my life, I have wanted to belong. And I have tried all sorts of tactics to gain a sense of belonging. In preschool, according to my mother I was the boss. I marched around as though I was the admiral of a fleet of 3 and 4 year olds ready to conquer the world. I belonged because I was in charge. In elementary school, a move from Garner to Southern Pines meant I had to start over. I was court marshaled and no longer the admiral, but trying to work my......