Something amazing happened when I graduated from high school in 2005. My family was a little more than three years into my parents' divorce when I walked the stage and flipped my tassel, and when it was all over it was time for a celebratory dinner. Uncles, grandparents and cousins crowded happily around me and the question arose that any kid from a split family dreads - do I want to have dinner with my mom's family or my dad's family? In such a setting, the potential for family drama was off the charts. But something incredible happened. I can't even remember who initiated it, but the next thing I knew we were at Don Pablo's and I was at the head of a table of twenty people. My mother's relatives and father's relatives were all interspersed and passing baskets of chips, laughing together as though the clock had been set back four years and there was no heartache. I remember little else about my graduation, but that memory sticks clear and strong and p...