How to Be the Best Working Mom in the World

Early evidence of my penchant for autobiography

When I was growing up, my dad always picked us up from school. He worked as a mechanic for the railroad and had a Union-backed, family-friendly 7am-3pm schedule. Plus, our school was right down the street from the truck shop, just past the parking lot where my mom’s car waited for her to return at the end of the day after a half-mile walk across the Loop and a 45-minute Metra ride.