By the Skin of my Teeth

I listened. To the moral offered by my molar.

One morning a couple of weeks ago, I was mindlessly munching a slice of toast when one of my molars broke. More specifically, it crumbled. Like ancient ruins under the ravages of time and weather, minus the windswept romanticism.

This was a tooth that had once been protected by the fortress of a crown, a gold one no less (“my most valuable possession!”).…