My first-born child turned 27 yesterday. TWENTY-SEVEN. How did that happen so quickly? The details of his labor and birth - a three-plus day affair (from the Friday night my water broke to the Monday night when he finally decided to finally show up) - remain crystal clear; I can even recall the smell of birth - yet the last 27 years are sometimes tough to sort through and remember with the same … [Read more...] about Email Makes Me Cranky. And Stressed-Out, Too.