My father, a frequent and harsh critic of my native dumbness as a kid, would take to calling me “bird brain,” or sometimes in a grand flourish, “chicken brain, turkey brain, feather brain.” The aspersions hurt, mostly because I knew they were true. My mind darted around like a hummingbird or a butterfly. Nowadays I’d […]
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