pediatric dentist
“What’s Wrong With Cinderella?” I finally came unhinged in the dentist’s office — one of those ritzy pediatric practices tricked out with comic books, DVDs...
“What’s Wrong With Cinderella?” I finally came unhinged in the dentist’s office — one of those ritzy pediatric practices tricked out with comic books, DVDs and arcade games — where I’d taken my 3-year-old daughter for her first exam. Until then, I’d held my tongue. I’d smiled politely every time the supermarket-checkout clerk greeted her...
