By Lew K. Cohn
“Honey, my water broke. I'm in labor! I'm driving myself to Texarkana!”
That was the first thing my then-wife Selina said to me when I answered the phone at my parents' house in Austin on Sunday, Aug. 22, 1993, and if I panicked at the time, it could be excused. My first biological child was due any minute and I might as well have been on another planet because of how far away she was right then.
