The Little Lady Who Taught Me How to Love

        I have written before about my difficult childhood.  And even though it was extremely challenging at times, I still have many very good memories of my growing up years. My father loved the river, and so we spent a lot of time in the boat, or at the river visiting with friends who would camp there several weeks every summer. We also traveled a good bit, visiting that same family, or other friends and family for {Read More}