Doug Anderson: Tucson, 1954
One night when I was eleven, when my mother swung to hit me I reached up and grabbed her hand and was surprised at my own strength. We both knew … Continue reading
December 22, 2014 · 9 Comments
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One night when I was eleven, when my mother swung to hit me I reached up and grabbed her hand and was surprised at my own strength. We both knew … Continue reading