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The tooth in the back of my mouth is dead. I knew it when the Endodontist winced at the lack of pain I felt as he surged a frozen stick into my mouth. I had cracked it down the middle over time, in my sleep. In August, I moved to Vermont to get back on…
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My cousin had a lot to say to me over New Year’s Eve at that snowy mountain mansion. The same Green Mountains that fostered my healing became a pit of snakes the second I walked through the all-too-familiar door of my aunt’s home. Two things I learned from hearing about myself from someone who watched…
Sharon Rose 