It was summertime, sometime in the late 1960s. I was, as many children did (and I hope still do), participating in the public library’s summer reading program. I was reading Fred Gipson’s 1942 novel Old Yeller.
Hard Things Are Hard
August 22, 2017 by
Hard things are hard. Sometimes life is just plain hard. You can’t escape it or get around it; you just have to live through it.