(This replaces 11/26 - oy, perfectionism)
I am the girl who, in third grade, counts how many licks it takes to get to the center of a Tootsie Roll pop. The girl who sits off to the side during recess, dutifully licking and counting and chanting silently inside her head. (Okay, so I sit off to the side during recess anyway, with a book and a dictionary, but whatever.) I am the girl who cuts her eyelid on a lollipop. I am the girl who loses many a filing on a thanks to the tenacity of jujubes.
I am grateful for all of life's odd sweetness.