The key is to follow your skin. Listen to your skin. Let your skin feast. It will open and loosen and lose itself and lead you to the meat, then the bone, then the essence your eyes can't see your mind can't read.
Listen to your skin. Let it breathe. Let it give you the births you need.
I was born four times. Tonight is the last of the four.
The first was choice-less. It was 1969. My Irish mother, a hair dresser at Alger in Boston, had gotten pregnant by a Harvard hippie ...