There are two items that have been clipped to my pencil/crochet hook holder for many years: the wristband from my time of admittance in the Arkansas State Hospital and a laminated cartoon that a friend sent me.
If I had my way, I would never leave the house. I'm weird like that. I keep everyone at a distance. Everyone. Even God, and He's the one that's loved me all my life.
Why do I hide?
