My name is Kimber Gorall. I was born in February 1957, the sixth of nine children. I grew up in a rural suburb in northwestern New York State. My elementary school bordered a dairy farm, and I spent recess each day petting the cows and feeding them grass. My family lived in a very small house with a large backyard. I remember swinging on vines and climbing tall willows, building tree forts, catching tadpoles, and skating on a makeshift pond.
I would classify us as working poor. My father was a brilliant though very underpaid self-taught chemist. My mother stayed home with the children. She was in poor health for much of my life, and she died when I was in college, leaving three children still at home. Ninety-nine percent of who I am I attribute to my father. But the other 1 percent, and perhaps it’s the most important, is the need to stand up for what I believe in, no matter what risks I face in doing so. Undeniably, that trait comes from my mother.
As a child, people (of all ages), languages and cultures, animals, plants, rocks, and galaxies fascinated me. By about sixth grade, I stopped worrying about being popular, and focused instead on being myself. When I was in seventh grade, I created an environmental activism group at my school. That was the year of the first Earth Day.
After high school, I earned a degree in Geological Sciences and a Certificate in Telecommunications Management. I have worked in a wide variety of fields, in both blue- and white-collar jobs. I was a mineralogist in Bisbee, Arizona. I had my own subchapter S corporation for five years. Currently, I am manager of corporate communications for an Inc. 500 software company.