June, 2019

In 1974, David greeted his newborn brother with joy and a dripping nose. I decided their first meeting was more important than the risk of a snot-filled infant. My husband Vic took photos as I put little Anthony in David’s arms. I wanted them to love each other even if the price was a baby with a nasty cold.  When Vic came home from work in 1975, four-year-old David waited by the front door. “My feet hurt,” Vic told little David. “They’ve been hurting all day, and I don’t know what’s wrong...