“I’ve Been A NICU Nurse For Thirteen Years, And I Almost Judged A Giant Tattooed Biker By His Hands. He Asked To Hold The Baby Nobody Had Come To Visit, And Sat In The Same Chair For Twelve Hours. Then A Nurse Noticed The Small, Faded Tattoo On His Wrist: A Name, And A Date.”

to sit still. I know how to be quiet. Figured that counted for something.” It counted for more than that. I didn’t say it. I just sat with him a few minutes, the same way he was sitting with the baby.

Thursdays

It was past ten that night when Marcus finally handed Baby Boy Montgomery back. He stood slowly, knees stiff. He was sixty-one, I knew from his continue reading …