A Dangerously High Threshold for Pain
Briefly

The day after I passed my doctoral comprehensive exam wearing a white pique suit and very tight silky locs braids done by a hairstylist named Geni in Brooklyn I stepped into a taxi cab and felt a pain rip through my hip.The year was 1996, and I was on my way to the Berkshire Conference on the History of Women in North Carolina.
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