Ocupation: Novelist
Life: b. June 19, 1947
Birthday: June 19
My parents gave me the gift of irreligion, of growing up without bothering to ask people what gods they held dear, assuming that in fact, like my parents, they weren't interested in gods, and that this uninterest was 'normal.' You may argue that the gift was a poisoned chalice, but even if so, that's a cup from which I'd happily drink again.
topic: Growing Up, People, Parent, Irreligion, Chalice