Hush, Little Baby

Born into minimalism, I was named wee Colleen.  Upon my father’s first sight he said, “She looks like a prune.”  or so the story goes.  The nurses who were dear carried  me around with pride,  an accomplishment as I barely survived.  Their accomplishment shone through as they hugged and cuddled me.  My dear mother, youContinue reading “Hush, Little Baby”