Anatomy Lesson
© 1996 I could not concentrate on the lesson at first. I'd been put off by the subject: Anatomy. As a small child, I'd been forced by my father to memorize all of the bones in the body. And all of the veins and organs, the parts of the heart, the areas of the brain. I'd learned well, and at the age of seven could perform flawlessly for him at the dinner table. I learned everything he made me learn, but I hated it. I hadn't yet felt the stir of my own hormones, so that while I could...