A light bulb burned out, and my mother climbed up on the ladder to change it because he could do neither of those things. And she hemorrhaged and lost the baby. The baby lived for a couple of days, and she was about seven and a half months pregnant. So it was pretty tramatic. My mother almost died. Really nothing good came out of it at all.
Roz Chast joins to talk about her remarkable life and how she earned a coveted spot as a cartoonist for The New Yorker.