by Charlotte Hilton Andersen, REDBOOK
Oprah is a living presence in my house. We can see her (every day, 4 o'clock, channel 5) and although she can't see us, a fact for which she should be very grateful considering the state of cleanliness around here, Oprah's been presiding over my home life as long as I can remember. When her eponymous show went on the air in 1986, my mother was one of her first fans. At first we had Phil Donahue, Sally Jesse Raphael and Geraldo as our backdrop to laundry, homework and dinner prep, but once Ms. O came on the scene we were a one-woman family. It wasn't long before we were exercising, dieting, reading, finding out exactly what she "knows for sure" and oh yes, crying along with her. From bras to boys to international politics, Oprah was like a second mother to me, shaping my views and instructing me in all the things it meant to be a woman in our culture.
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