Poetry

Horrid Mary

Horrid Mary is in part autobiographical.  As the first of three, I recall ambivalent feelings towards the “cute” babies that followed.  The mantras began with: “You are the oldest,” and were followed by: set the example, be nice, look after your sisters and so forth.  Fast forward 30 years, and I’m still the oldest but now consider myself lucky to have my two sisters.

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