Like, one time at this party we were all laughing about how back in the day the teachers and nuns at school would warn us of the dire condition called scoliosis and recommend we be checked frequently and consistently lest we soon end up with a hump to rival that of the doomed hunchback of Notre Dame himself. As if scoliosis was this common ailment, like lice, that could be spotted with a quick check by some lay person, undoubtedly a student’s parent, who came in to volunteer for the “scoliosis check.”

Then someone in the group mentioned that she had had a relative that had been afflicted with scoliosis and that it had been this extremely debilitating, horrible and basically just this terrible thing and as she spoke our smiles slowly faded, our voices were silenced, our gazes were averted. It was if I could almost hear the record scratching and the crickets start to chirp in my own mind’s soundtrack.

I have been thinking about what I would use as my totem…

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