Anthropology of Me

It should be Margaret Meade leaving her barely palatable threesome to figure it all out for me. I don’t live on the banks of the Orinoco: these rocks on the bottom are all paved and worn with ruts.   I do want to know why my brown eyes turned green after fifty years, why Ancestry DNA needs my saliva.  Is…

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