Single · 2025
A letter to my younger self and the Advocate who was there all along.
The story
Some Dents Are Beautiful
In first grade I had the best teacher, Mr. H. He wore Birkenstocks wayyy before they were popular (this was the early 80’s).
He was one of the first “advocates” in my life. He put a dent in my memory that never faded. Some dents are beautiful, but some aren’t. His was. It was also one of the last times I remember feeling normal, innocent, and “good”.
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