THE BIRD.
Often I’ll be sitting in my office on 23rd and 6th in NYC and our fiesty receptionist will patch thru an important call. These “important” calls most often revolve around my mom inquiring about my marital status and biological clock.
Recently a couple friends at work overheard a different conversation. I had called up my dad, whom I call Papa, and asked him about a recipe. This being the catalyst to him on speaker so I could jot down these culinary notes whilst ole Billy Jack shared his East Texas cookage and referred to me as Bird. My friends asked why and, well I told them a lot of people call me Bird from home but most don’t know why.
Here is the true and simple facts for the birth of The Bird: My Aunt Nancy, who isn’t really my Aunt at all, used to wish my parents luck at surviving each day with their wild child. When I was learning how to crawl I actually skipped crawling and just went straight for the crab walk. I mean if you want the hottie from Mother’s day Out, you need more than a romper and an awesome pacie! Then from feaux crawling I went on to straight up walking and meandering about at 9 months old. My mom said it creeped her out to see such a little child walking about so confidently that she’ d force me down into a crawl. Clearly, should you know me well, I would take this expeditious route of movement and use it to my advantage. My Aunt Nancy used to say, “Trying to catch Katie is like trying to catch a damn hummingbird!!”. And thus, the birth of a nickname. After that my persona just stuck from eating like a bird, running like bird to simply having bird like legs. Then, somehow, I may or not had personalized license plates that said: KT Bird
To many, I’ll never be Katie, just simply Bird.
