that little voice

As a kid I had one outstanding talent: Nail Biting. We are talking Major League ability. I could have competed with the world’s most determined nail chewers and held my gnawed tips high with pride. My fingers looked vulnerable: raw, red, rough, exposed. I could never be accused of ignoring my digits, after all, I spent a lot of mouthing energy on keeping cuticles and nails manicured beyond…