there are lots of us.” Or so my younger brother said. He was, of course, referring to our amply populated immediate family: six siblings. And since you ask; no, we aren’t Catholic, Mormon, or hoping for a reality show contract. Basically, my dad wanted 12 children and my mom met him halfway. That’s their story anyways. You can tell which of them was the one carrying/ pushing goblins out of their body and which was doing the cheering.
During my mother’s first pregnancy, she took a Lamaze class, but viewed it as more of a Swedish immersion course than a pregnancy preparation. This led to the unfortunate result of not mastering her contractions/breathing during labor, and demanding the drugs she had sworn not to take. Thus my older brother was the only one of us born with the assistance of modern medicine.
I somewhat obsessively read the New York Times’ Modern Love Stories. This means I have waded through them for you. Here are three good ones:
1) Somewhere Inside, A Path to Empathy. The effect of Asperger’s syndrome on a marriage.
2) Sometimes, It’s Not You. Finding love at 39.
3) A Love for the Ages, but Which One? A story of young love. Really well written.