It was a totally random experience in a small vintage store in Dallas. While walking through rooms stacked high with treasures of a bygone era, I happened upon dental molds. It seems a strange find but I suppose there are people who collect them. Frankly, nothing much surprises me anymore – these in fact did. Immediately I was washed in a memory. Through the years I have done things for money that ranged from the sublime to the ridiculous – ex. museum guide to working as a guinea pig for an independent testing laboratory. I learned something from each of them. During my high school years I worked for the town orthodontist. While I didn’t take the molds, I did fill them with plaster. Hundreds of them actually. Each Tuesday and Thursday after school I would change into my “whites” – and head to Dr. Donofrio’s office for 4 hours. During the time I would do whatever was needed – often times filling the molds with plaster, marking in pencil the name, and putting them on a shelf for his review. The minute I saw these I remembered her – that teenage version of me – braces and all; the one that makes me think of Little a. All energy and possibility. It is an odd blog post, I know, but for me, it was a memory worth savoring for a time gone by and the girl I used to be.