I am the youngest of five children.
I was raised in the Midwest by my pharmacist dad, who worked seven days a week in his drug store, and a stay-at-home mom who never seemed to spend that much time at home.
In addition to raising a rug-rat quintet, my mom also worked part-time at the drug store, where she kept the books, waited on customers and stocked the shelves.
In her "spare time," she made us lunch almost every day, chauffeured us to various school functions, practices, rehearsals and recitals then made it home each night in time to make dinner.
She also played bridge weekly with her friends, golfed and dabbled in interior design.
With all of this, she even found time to squeeze in two of her favorite hobbies; she was a voracious reader, and could sew up a Kermit the Frog costume in record time.
In my 18 years under her roof, I don't think I ever saw my mother depressed, distraught, or deranged.
Some have argued this past week that Andrea Yates should have been offered leniency by the sentencing judge for killing her five children, and that the punishment of life in prison was too severe.
I think justice was served.
Regardless of postpartum depression, temporary insanity or mental illness, five children were murdered. Five lives were snuffed out by a woman who then had the presence of mind to call the police.
Five death sentences were handed out by Andrea Yates. I think the life sentence was more than fair.
Jerry Thebado, editor