I was 13, taking in a typical sunny Sunday afternoon from the backseat of my mom’s Toyota. I forget where we were headed.
I must have made some comment, because I remember my mom turning to me and saying with a grin, “Oh, you’re such a typical [insert zodiac sign]!”
I had no idea what that meant, so I asked.
She explained it was why I was the way I was, listing several of my common cares and points of focus to build her case. Continue reading