If you would ask my mother...could ask my mother...would have asked my mother before cancer ate away her body and soul, she would have told you with a roll of knowing eyes that I emerged from the womb with fiery red hair and an ingrained, hardwired rebellious streak. Was it the red hair? Perhaps those recessive genes came encoded with rebel tendencies because those of my ilk had to fight to survive, reaching back to ancient Egyptians who believed that redheads were unlucky and should therefore be sacrificed, in their case, buried alive, to the God Osiris
