The knocking in my head was cooked in the womb.  (Mississippi folks say that the remedy for madness in a child is caused by the mother’s backchat). John Fitzgerald Kennedy’s brain blasted from behind the week my mother’s mother left her newborn shielded from Chicago winter beside a west side dumpster. (The poor girl couldn’t bear the chatter of her family). The doctor asks whether it runs in the family. Is losing your mind a family heirloom? I will answer, I don’t know. I hope that it is a consolation for survival.