september 11 – the happiest day of my life

“what was the happiest day of your life?” this question comes up, sometimes. until seven years ago, it was “september 11, 1973.” that was the day my oldest child was born. it was the least pleasant of my three births, what with me an unwed teenage mother in a hopelessly old-fashioned veteran’s hospital in munich,… Continue reading september 11 – the happiest day of my life