Daily Archives: November 7, 2011

Fingertip to Fist

He said, “Come in tomorrow and pass the fetus.”  As if it wasn’t a baby.  As if it hadn’t been a baby all along.  As if I hadn’t made up a cozy walk-in closet and fingered crocheted booties and refolded … Continue reading

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