We tell stories. We make meaning through stories. The meaning grows into metaphors, into stereotypes, into archetypes. This is how we know. This is how we define ourselves and define our moral values.
I was born on a bitterly cold end of January night in the year 1961. It was seven years to the day after the birth of Oprah Winfrey, and one year before the death of Robert Frost on that same day. Cool associations both.
I was the first child of older parents (my mother was 42). I love the color yellow. I am single, and fascinated with life.
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