New York Times homepage and staring at the wall in front of me with a blank, panicked stare to call Susan Miller.Miller is perhaps of the modern era and her Astrology Zone forecasts have been watched with the kind of care and attention that some people reserve for their weather app since 1995.
When she picked up, I could have asked her about our impending doom. I could have inquired about how I would fare in the imminent catastrophe.
But I was single-minded. I was focused!We were in the crush of Pisces season. And I needed an explanation.I was born on March 17, 1992, to parents who have never known and will never know their Virgos from their Geminis.
No one made a “birth chart” for me. I have a distinct recollection of first encountering the signs in a catalogue of Madame Alexander dolls.
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