I am, begrudgingly, a romantic person.
It was an unavoidable affliction assigned at birth.
I was born during a record-breaking blizzard in the little Appalachian mountain town of Boone, North Carolina on Valentine’s Day in 1970. We lived in a trailer at the time and I’m told it was so cold that dishes were frozen in the sink that day.
My parents wanted me…
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