“What do you call one’s self? Where does it begin? Where does it end? It overflows into everything that belongs to us — and then flows back again. (…) One’s self — for other people — is one’s expression of one’s self; and one’s house, one’s clothes, the books one reads, the company one keeps — these things are all expressive.” — Henry James, The Portrait of a Lady An editor sent me an email over the weekend asking me to submit a bio to accompany an article. “Just nothing more than 10-15 words please,” it read. Sounds innocuous enough, but what that basically translates to is “summarize your entire life in ten words please.”