Stretching the Truth
When I was growing up in Wisconsin between the ages of 7 and 12, I was pretty much on my own. My mother was in graduate school at the university of Wisconsin. She went in at the age of 45 with three kids in tow and no husband or alimony. Mom was a pretty independent woman, having gone off in 1946 to Venezuela with the Rockefeller Foundation, when women did not do those kind of…

