Monthly Archives: August 2013

“This is not a story to pass on”, she thought.  It was about  the toxicity of silence.  She loved that phrase.   Crooked. Ominous. Dark. Befitting. Growing up in the seventies wasn’t easy…lean, mean and hungry times, when parents whispered, thinking the girl was asleep. The night outside and the street lights were ready and waitingContinue reading “A Definition”