I admit to entering a dark room to take a tooth and leave a dollar under the pillow. Perhaps because no adult in my life lied to me, I raised my kids with a tempered version of my mother's honesty. Will it hurt? Yes, only for a minute.
The day we moved was warm and sunny. I got to go to school for half the day, mainly to see my friends one last time. Everyone in the class had made me going-away cards out of construction paper, glitter, and noodles.
When I was little I was petrified of the dentist. I refused to open my mouth. After numerous costly visits and a severe punishment, I started to hum while the dentist probed around my teeth and gums. It calmed me.
After exorcising my bowl cut demons, I set out to unearth my storytelling roots. One day in the very distant future, having published countless obscure and arguably entertaining stories, people will want to know how it all began.
When she wasn't giggling, she talked in a rapid-fire, sing-song register. And her voice -- her voice carried a slight raspy edge. We constantly whispered in each other's ears and wrote notes to each other in the middle of class.