I crossed the contact lens threshold when I was ten. I hadn’t worn glasses previously. I hadn’t known my vision was leaking out of one eye faster than the other. I just knew that the volunteer eye chart ladies at our elementary school had made notes by my name when I messed up on which […]
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My husband pulled his glasses from the floor of the van. At which time we both gasped. They didn’t look like he remembered they ought. Nor did they fit as well. It seemed he had one of these perfectly…ahem… normal children to thank. Specifically the kid in the red who donned football cleats for church […]