The whole concept of monogamy can be very difficult terrain for writers, and it’s often uncomfortable to come forward with any critique of the process or suggest ways in which the holy cow of monogamous devotion might be tweaked or gamed in such a way that it fits, or at least works, on some fundamental level, in a complex and ever-changing modern world. My marriage, after more than two decades, didn’t survive my obstinate Chinese safari, but Leah Fisher, in her insightful new memoir, My Marriage Sabbatical: A Memoir of Solo Travel and Lasting Love, shows us just how a break and some travel — some space and some privacy while getting centered and refocused – could be just the ticket for later in life, when times are hard and one is questioning one’s commitment and trying to lay claim to one’s own agency.