I didn’t want to bother my mother—that’s what I remember most. I was choking on a lemon drop in the back seat of her Dodge Spirit, but she was driving and I didn’t want to bother her.
Even before I was born, my mother had to square with the fact that I might die. Her contractions started about a month too early, and as a premature baby I was at risk for a whole bunch of things. The most terrifying possibility was… Read More