This Little Trigger Cried All the Way Home

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One rainy afternoon, when I was in grade school, Sister Mary Mary* decided to have an impromptu spelling bee. This was absolute music to my ears. In every social measure for preteens of the time, I was lacking. Fat. Awkward. Weird haircut. (Maybe you were that kid too?)

But — spelling? I could spell the HECK out of any word they threw at me. Bring on the spelling bee! Maybe I would get…