Oh, It’s Still There…
by Judy Adams on March 1st, 2024
Surprised, I looked closer at my knee. Yes, there it was, after all these years: the scar still with the cinders that Dad was not able to clean out when I fell off my bike onto the unpaved road I grew up on. Not that he couldn’t have cleaned them out; I was crying and screaming so hard that my tenderhearted Dad couldn’t bear for me to continue to be in pain.When I think back to that event seventy ... Read More