The cries for a drink in the middle of the night have been replaced by cries of sibling rivalry and fairness debates. But often I still feel overwhelmed. Sometimes I feel I’ve failed to enjoy my family. I look at other parents who seemed to relish time with their children while I struggled to find …
My story begins on October 31, 1967 @0638 in Glasgow, Montana, AFB, (Air Force Base). I made my debut backwards, by way of breech delivery, at a time when C-sections were unheard of, (yes, I’m dating myself). Not an easy labor for my mom, but what a trooper, she pulled it off with calm and …
