September 1, 2011
Counter-cultural. It’s not a description I’d normally use to describe myself or my family. I’ve always been pretty conventional (in the way that Southern girls are conventional, with blush and lipstick). I made A’s all the way through high school, graduated valedictorian of my class, and went to college. I obtained a degree in electrical [...]
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April 26, 2011
October 1998: I returned from the pharmacy where I had filled a prescription of horse-sized pain medication; I had swallowed the first bitter pill without water as I walked up the store’s aisle to leave. The doctor had said the pain of miscarriage was like a difficult period, but he was wrong. Desperate for comfort, I [...]
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