I was supposed to be a boy.
Or at least my parents, after four girl babies, were certain they would have a boy. And so they picked out a name: Mark Darsh.
But I showed up instead.
A green-and-blue-eyed “tomboy” ball of energy that nobody quite recovered from, including my four older sisters. But if my mother ever had any disappointment, I never knew it. S…
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