Open the Door to My Life
My Mother wanted a ballerina, a graceful, poised girl and after I was rejected from tap dance, balllet classes (she dances like an elephant), swim lessons I became the reject shut up in her room called clumsy, pigeon-toed and stupid because I couldn't learn. I became an epithet, a curse word. In 1986 I found out I had progressive... Read more
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