What's in a name? Quite a lot, as a matter of fact. For most of my life I have either loathed or completely ignored my middle name: Marjorie. Yup. That's me in all my fullness: Mary Marjorie Ray Worley. Marjorie was my father's twin sister, and my feelings about my name have been all tied up in how I feel about my aunt and how I feel about my body.
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I was born the fourth out of three children on August 5, 1956. Family legend has it that I was to have been a Fourth-of-July baby, so my mother and I didn’t get off to a very good start, seeing as how I wasn’t supposed to have been born in the first place and then I wouldn’t even cooperate enough to show up when expected. My reputation for ( Read more... )