I didn’t have much of a childhood. It was more like a roadmap. My parents were urban gypsies. They were constantly moving: running from bill collectors, seeking something better, dragging us 4 kids along for the ride. My brother Jon claims he counted out 44 different homes before we graduated from high school. He couldContinue reading “Why Does My Breastplate Smell Like Chicken?”
The Reluctant Firefly 