A little over nine years ago, on Feb. 5, 2010, I played an online poker tournament from my couch, deep into the night, ultimately winning about 4 a.m. I’m sure of the date, because five hours later I gave birth to a daughter, my first child.

By the time our first son was born almost exactly three years later, online poker had ended. It wasn’t just the Internet version; I also no longer knew of dozens of regular home games. Many of my favorite Atlantic City casinos had closed their poker rooms. Poker was no longer all over my television.