40 SEPTEMBERS
As days darken sooner and mornings lighten later, I mark September’s close with acute awareness. Forty years ago this month, my perfect newborn Benjamin arrived to instantly mark a change of life’s seasons. Two weeks later he took his place in the Pack ‘n’ Play in the three-room office of my solo start up law practice where a university student was my part-time secretary and occasional babysitter. In the 20 years of life that followed I had my second child, divorced, lost a brother, and remarried. The little firm steadily grew. In 2001, 9/11 changed life for us all. For
