■is held me up my father said “Thank God it’s a boy.” I was born in Richland Center, Wisconsin. On the night I was born my father wore bowling shoes to the hospital. I always thought that those were the only shoes he could grab but now that I’ve returned to the Midwest I know that was the highest compliment. Not let it be a boy or girl, but let it be a bowler. When I came out— I don’t remember this part because I haven’t been going The Portrait of an Artist as a Young f/oman Clinton St. Quarterly—Winter, 1988-89 17
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