Savannah protested every diaper change with a voice that suggested she might someday address Congress.

I had help.

Brenda was not my assistant then; she was my friend from community college.

She drove me to appointments and sat beside me when the first insurance bill arrived.

My Aunt Ruth moved into my apartment temporarily and taught me how to organize four feedings without forgetting my own dinner.

A social worker helped me find programs that bridged the months when work was impossible.

I did not become successful overnight.