Little Settler Buttercup
Let’s talk about my feet. They exited a white womb on March 4th 1976. I don’t think they came out feet first, but the right foot emerged with two tiny birthmarks on the bottom. My parents called them my stork bite. Over the past 4 decades my feet have moved into and out of a state of atrophy. (Image: My steel-toed welding boots against an Heirloom family carpet.)