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| The Abbey Theatre, Dublin |
I came along shortly after that, and before I was done unpacking, Greg and my mother were done.
When I say "before I was done unpacking", I mean it. Greg and my mother split so quickly after my birth that no minister we knew would baptize me. This was the 70's, when being a single mother made a woman more of a pariah. This was also back when pregnant mothers could still smoke in the hospital. At least that's the story I get. My mom has always been a little cagey when it came to details and timelines.
Now that I think about it, I may have to check my birth certificate to make sure my birthday is my birthday.
