Imprints On the Present

On the Occasion of the Last Week of The Year

“This is the last year I’m keeping Baby Leo.” Baby Leo, a vanilla-smelling doll without clothes, hangs by a leg in her hand.  “I’m a kid and I don’t play with babies anymore.”  She fastens Baby Leo across her shoulders for a horsey ride.  “Whoah!  Baby Leo is so crazy,”  she laughs, pretending he is pulling her around with his baby weight.  We are clean…