Tartar without the sauce: Dental adventures in Canada and abroad/Le tartre sans la sauce : aventures dentaires au Canada et à l’étranger For Anne/ Pour Anne When I was about five years old, growing up in Georgetown, Ontario, a first visit to the dentist yielded the most perplexing diagnosis: I was afflicted with tyrannical tartar…
Terminal tartar When I was about five years old, growing up in Georgetown, Ontario, a first visit to the dentist yielded the most perplexing diagnosis: I was afflicted with terminal tartar. Now in our home, in honour of my mom’s vestigial Catholicism, combined with her ardent desire to be a contemporary 1950s housewife, we always..