Sometimes, when I have a really big poo to do, I remember giving birth. Just on the cusp of plopping, it teeters, and you wish once it came out, that someone would have told you to push harder in the beginning while you still had the strength. Just like life. Push til you think you'll rip. It saves lots of pain.
Ben wasn't a plop. He shot out with a whoosh. After those nurses showed me the hedgetrimmers, I made the decision. The Little Man wasn't going to get cut out. Blue, he was. A minute of wondering if he was going to live or die, until the doctor suctioned the mucous out. I didn't breathe either until he gave his first cry.
Seven years later. A lovely boy; a little man.
About Me
- Joanne Samantha Morgan
- This started as an evolving collection of my own observations of characters I have met and impersonate. Double Door Norma---a Tennessee barfly who accidentally killed her first husband. Lila The Ex-Pat Polish Princess who has a poodle that speaks Chinese, and Wilma Tedworth of the Gated Community, a lover of bunt cake. Some have been performed as stand-up comedy or monologues at various venues. There are also pages from my illustrated diaries 1986 to the present. MFA from School of the Art Institute of Chicago. I have performed,lectured, or have artwork in the following: Cafe Royale, Tate Modern, Glasgow School of Art, SAIC, Exmouth Arms,Victoria and Albert Museum, Area 10, Atlier Vis a Vis Marseille, Liceo Artistico, Napoli, Europartrain-Amsterdam Krakow, Benton Harbor Art Centre, Columbia College Chicago, Lake Forest Academy ,Rockford College, Rock Valley College, Sejong University-Seoul,Hong-Ik and Seoul City University,Seven Dials Club, London, Mississippi Museum, Denmark, Kuku Art Centre-Spain.
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