MY HUMBLE BEGINNINGS have been recited back to me on many occasions: how my mother sat in the bathroom and said to T and my dad, “I think I’m going to have another baby,” how they thought I was going to be a little brother, how they called me Bert, and how when I surprised them as a girl, they named me Anastasia after the midwife who delivered me. (You can read more about these beginnings here, or perhaps you just want to finish reading this post first.) [click to continue…]
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