A short side trip from our main story ( Read more... )

I was four years old when my parents attempted to add to the family. Oddly, I have no memories of my mother being pregnant. I’m sure I must have known it, must have watched her grow bigger and listened to the baby kick and seen them build a crib and gather baby stuff. But the only memory I have is of sitting on the grass outside the hospital with ( Read more... )

My earliest memories are of being in my crib, although my mother always insisted that was impossible. But I remember the Bizzy Bees mobile over my head - Mom said that I talked to them, constantly, in my own baby language - and I remember pulling myself up to my feet, holding onto the chin-high rail for support, and watching my mother kiss my dad ( Read more... )

How do you synopsize your own life? What do you leave out - and what do you choose to leave in ( Read more... )