I have three older brothers, and we all have different combinations of parents. My father was the best man at my mom's first wedding! And my brother's mother - my dad's first wife - is the sister to my mom's first husband's second wife. So my brothers are both stepcousins and stepbrothers. It's very '70s rock.
Nobody has said to men, 'It is OK if you want to be a full-time dad; find a woman who will support you.'
We are the sons of no one, bastards of young.
My parents had lots of parties. They were hopelessly bohemian. They were just 18 when they had me.
I come from a pretty strange family.
'The Glass Castle' by Jeannette Walls is the quintessential dysfunctional family.
My husband was 50; I was in my late 30s. We had lived adulthoods that did not include infants, except as metaphors. And then, like so many in today's America, we had a baby in later life.
We weren't your mainstream '50s family. Both my parents had wonderful, eccentric, artistic friends who treated us as friends as well. How your mind worked was considered important.
