tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858340566254161761.post7539312589476077136..comments2023-11-03T04:51:41.087-04:00Comments on Anything for Material: This Writer's Life: The BabyJulie Owsik Ackermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11583691214627281052noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858340566254161761.post-37210376018196673902011-08-10T19:55:24.721-04:002011-08-10T19:55:24.721-04:00I don't have children, but you're my son -...I don't have children, but you're my son - I have a son comment struck a cord. The first day of our honeymoon (almost 29 years ago) Jim and I arrived at our hotel. The doorman walked me inside while Jim parked the car. The doorman said, Mrs. Brill, your husband will meet you in the lobby. I had the same reaction as you...yikes I HAVE A HUSBAND!!then I cried :)carol brillhttp://wwwnyjournalofbooks.com/reviewer/carol-brillnoreply@blogger.com