August 6, 2008
The Hunchback of Notre Dame lives in my shoes. My Quasimo-toes. Fourth in line, elongated, frightening hunchback digits. Freakishly conspicuous, curving my shoes a half size longer. Before now, I despised Quasimo-toes. Did I inherit these from Mom’s own unreconciled trodden paths? I wonder this, kissing my newborn’s feet, staring at brilliant, teeny toes. No clear evidence she’ll endure these noble savages I’d grown to spurn. Nevertheless, ‘though I may not have stayed the ‘straight and narrow’ on My journey, it has been redeemed. It’s my unsaid prayer that if she gets Quasimotoes, they’ll be her legacy, not a curse.