When my first child was born, in 1990, I’d been working for nearly a year as a writer for a federal contractor. Until then, health policy meant little to me. In fact, if you’d asked, I could not have told you what it was, or what it meant to my life, and the life that I was making.
When I was hired, I read that I would be eligible for 4 or 6 weeks of maternity leave. I also read that it took most couples a year to get pregnant: It took us a night. It turned out that, by the time of my due date, I would be a week (more…)