On Christmas morning two years ago, my mother gave me a particular gift. A necklace, made from little round discs. It never occurred to her that they shared a few key characteristics with something I have been battling my entire life. When I opened the box, what I saw was a necklace made entirely of...buttons. I was so startled that I had a
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ps. kirsten is sitting next to me, or actually she is standing on my desk as i type. she is my paradoxical muse.
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