Despite my attempts to ignore it, my tongue automatically seeks out that foreign rascal; prying and prodding to release the protrusion…but it’s not working. There’s a raspberry seed stuck in my tooth, and it’s really bugging me. The same annoying feeling gnaws at me when I hear all the “self-love” prophets beating down doors across…
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I grew up in a small mountain town where no one was a stranger. Gracie, with coal-black hair and fire-red nail polish, was the cashier at the grocery store. Sammy was the butcher. His smiling brown face greeted my Mother, as he held up 2 pounds of fresh, lean ground beef for her approval, before wrapping…
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