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A Short Biography
I was born in 1973 right when the Stand At Wounded Knee was happening (wasn't AT the Knee but might explain the connection to Native thinking). I never did conform to normal ways of thinking whether politically (used to carry a Soviet Flag over my books when armed forces came to high school to recruit), religiously, or academically. In fact I was rather bored with the way school was taught. Einstein described the true Pisces as being both scientist and mystic. That would be me. Most of the time I just like to think shit up. While others are content to "have" a religion, I choose to "practice" Spirituality. I'm very shamanic in what I do and believe, borrowing common truths from Native American and Celtic thinking, add in some Buddhist principles and mix it up a bit. As a result I rarely use my legal name, Raffaele, outside of work. neither it nor the culture it derives from has any meaning for me. It's just simply not who I am inside. In fact, when people ask what nationality I am I reply "Terran" which simple means "of the Earth". Most people outside of work know me as Wolf LittleBear. As anyone who's ever put together an online profile knows, we're all way too complex to whittle down to a profile page. My life's an open book, just ask and you'll quickly get to know me. I'm quick with a joke or biting sarcasm, but I'm also the perfect shoulder to cry on. The most defining moment of my life happened in July of 1989. I spent a month in the former Soviet Union as a Youth Ambassador. There were 30 of us from the Metro-Detroit area, one from Salt Lake City, Utah, and 3 adults. In each city we had a summit meeting with kids from that city. Now you must understand that everywhere we went we all lined up and took group photos in front of all sorts of buildings we visited. Try to imagine 30 cameras clicking. One incident will always be with me. I tell you, you can't put into words how it feels to stand in Red Square, in front of Lenin's tomb, on the forth of July. We were taking the usual group shots and a crowd started to form around us as we started lining up the cameras. Before we knew it we were singing the national anthem and waving American flags. The crowd got bigger; we got nervous. Armed guards made their way to the front of the crowd and we're like, "oh shit". Next thing we knew they were picking up our cameras, taking pictures, and posing with us. One guard picked up a camera and started to take our picture then handed it to someone in the crowd and posed with us. That was so long a go, but seriously, not a SINGLE day has gone by that I have not thought of that trip or briefly relived a memory. I have a degree in psychology and spent the last 10 years working at various mental hospitals and group homes throughout southeastern Michigan. I am finally living my dream as an author. I have three books in print and several projects in the works.