I’m giving birth in the spring.
No, God no, not THAT kind of birth. At 67, I’m well past the morning-sickness stage, thank goodness. But I am still giving birth, sort of, and the gestation has lasted nearly five years.
Barely 10 days past the vernal equinox this year, on April 1, my book, “Saving Ellen: A Memoir of Hope and Recovery,” will be published. E…