A few days before Rory's birth, I mused about how things might go down. Now, finally, nearly 8 weeks later, I've written the final chapter of the pregnancy. The scene: mid-morning outside of Grand Central Station in Midtown Manhattan. Michael and I are on our cell phones at the bus stop, frantically texting and making [...]

When Michael came home from playing squash Thursday night with a bit of a limp, I wasn't concerned. He'd won -- so he said -- and few bumps and bruises are par for the course. It wasn't until the next morning, when he started telling me about this "sprained ankle" that I started to worry. [...]