It has been brought to my attention—again—that I expend a lot of energy giving hemophilia a rather rosy, if not inflamed, glow. It seems I give the humorous incidents precedence and attempt to keep...
It happened when I was 9 years old, which would make it the summer of 1955 or thereabout. Having been fed lunch, my brother and I were invited by our mother to spend the rest of the afternoon outside...
Last time, in part 1 of Signs of Life, I told you about the time I was in first grade and fell and hit my face while playing outside in the snow with our dog. The accident landed me in the hospital...
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