Chapter One — Foundation of Fear

Mark entered my life before I could form a memory. I was three months old when he became a permanent fixture in the house, and my older sister, Casie, was four. I have no recollection of a world before him. There is no clean dividing line between safety and danger in my early memory, because danger came first. Fear was not something that happened to me. It was s...

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My life is not an open book
for just anyone to read
yet my life has no secrets
that cannot be revealed.

some people revel in revelation
Some like to gossip a lot
some like to know secrets
Thinking it puts them on top.

Truth is the more you know
the less able you are to discern
So busy gathering secrets
you forget to learn

that Life is its own revelation
We sho...

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