Author: Myra Levine

My Story

I had plenty to write about. It started with congenitally dislocated hips, resulting in a permanent limp. I got my first glasses in 2nd grade, my hair was unfashionably wavy, and I wore ugly corrective shoes, which did NOT correct my flat feet. Raised Jewish in a small Catholic suburb of Chicago, I was a nail-biting, thumb-sucking, nervous middle child with a world-class overbite. I also had an imagination that ran to the morbid…