How were you born?
I was supposed to be born in June, but I showed up kicking and screaming in April--weighing in at four pounds. This explains my skinniness and my bad sense of timing.
Over at LitPark, readers are sharing their birth stories. Don't forget to add yours: "One of the most fascinating things about the birth stories you shared here was how your arrival (as breech, preemie, extra large, and so on) was somehow a metaphor for your personality or a struggle that continues to this day. I had done this as well, though I didn’t realize it until now. For me, my birth marked the beginning of my lifelong feeling of not measuring up."
Speaking of births, my friend Nell Mooney is one of the final contestants on a web-based reality show where up-and-coming actors struggle to win a guest spot on a daytime-soap. I dare you to watch this first episode, Giving Birth in a Park, and not want to vote for Nell.
Consider it a lesson in the fine art of soap opera writing. Also, that cute kid in the picture is Publishing Spot hero, Susan Henderson...
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