Nor does it prepare you for 12 years of Catholic school and the joys of the twisted sisterhood of the religious righteous. My life from grades 1-12 was spent running from the taunts of bullies while hanging on to my socks that were always around my ankles and keeping my pointed speckled glasses from falling into the mud before I did. I was eighteen when I developed hips and could keep my pantyhose around my waist.
On the day I was born God peered into the waiting womb of my mother and shook his head to see this girl baby contemplating her penis. I think he knew right then and there I was trouble. Years later I would grow up to be a wild woman, a wild angel, and crazy about my pet TV, my computer and a boy named George, but that is another story.
I was born with a cleft in my chin. I was told that meant God had put his fingerprint on me. So this is what I think happened, God looked in utero, saw what was going on, and decided action was needed.
He lifted my head back peered into those baby blues and said; Look you goofball! What do you think you are doing? Stop mucking around and get the hell out there. With that, he pushed his finger into my chin and sent me holding on to my penis for dear life down that long tunnel to the light at the other end, his final words ringing in my ears. "You go, girl. Go and fly!!"
From the anthology: Things with Wings, 2001 The Wild Angels
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