And a mouth full of metal sets a smile straight.

Or something like that. Tomorrow, I get braces. Again.

My teeth have moved in the past couple of years. I don’t think my smile has changed, but my mouth doesn’t feel right. My bite is such that I’ve ground my front teeth down, and I’m am afraid of long-term consequences. So, since I haven’t been wearing my retainer for the 25 years since I had braces as a teen (as if!), it’s back for more metal.

In addition to chronicling my year in braces, this blog will:

1. Explore the “smile”–my own, others’ reactions to mine, and observations from society and culture.
2. Share information and learning on natural health options to address the discomforts that will no doubt arise.