October 1980-October 1981
My mom hated Ohio. In winter, blizzards made her a prisoner in her own home. Then summer
heat was so humid that even showering couldn’t make her feel clean. Her husband
was abusive but drugs and drive-thru liquor stores were abundant. Despite everything,
Mom was excited to be pregnant again. She prayed for a blonde-haired, blue-eyed
boy, and two years and 9 days after I was born, that wish became my little
brother. He was born with the umbilical cord wrapped around his neck, twice. Once
he caught his breath, he made an immediate impression as a strapping,
sweet-spirited baby.
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