I stood on the front porch of the Unwound yarn shop in Blowing Rock, NC, chatting with three women I’d met just a few minutes earlier inside the shop. They were on a day trip to the area. I was two weeks into my sabbatical year, taking my sweet old time driving down the Blue Ridge Parkway….
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In the junior high cafeteria, I sat alone every lunch period. I knew no one and no one seemed interested in getting to know me. I had braces, no fashion sense, and a body that was all out of proportion. I ate my lunch as fast as I could without making eye contact, then stuck…
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