One Day I’m Going To Be Wrong

Clock Blockers

My mother was born to a good but poor family long ago. My grandmother was one of 11, and her parents were poor farmers. My grandfather was also from a farm family, but his parents were both gone by the time he turned 13 and he struggled to stay fed through the years that followed.

When my mother was born, the financial struggle was ongoing, and in that world, doctors were wealthy oracles of knowledge. Her mom and dad and baby sister could see a doctor once in a while, but they couldn’t afford a dentist. She only got regular dental care after she married my dad.

As a result of the struggles and cultural deference afforded anyone in the medical business, she did exactly as she was told by medical authorities for the rest of her life. Her parents did the same. The dental authorities told her she needed…

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