Get to Know Me (not my pedigree)

I have scars. Oh, boy! Do I have scars! Maybe the first ones I got came when my arm went through the glass window of the back door at our house when I was, oh, maybe five years old. One on my left elbow, and the other under my arm in the armpit. Stitches wereContinue reading “Get to Know Me (not my pedigree)”