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Meditating on My Footprint

I have disproportionately large feet. Contrary to the predictions of my heavily perfumed and amply cleavaged seventh grade French teacher, my stature never became commensurate with my outsized feet (and hands).  She swore I would be at least 5’6″.  Although I found her personality eccentric and her scent overpowering, I had faith in her prophecy … Continue reading →