I Left My Mark On That Man.

As If In The Other Side Of His Kiss There Could Ve A New Life

Ruth Hadn't Talked To My Sister Since Before My Death, And Then It Was Only To Excuse Herself In The Hallway At School. But She'd Seen Lindsey Walking Home With Samuel And Seen Her Smile With Him. She Watched As My Sister Said Yes To Pancakes And No To Everything Else. She Had Tried To Imagine Herself Being My Sister As She Had Spent Time Imagining Being Me.

When I Was Raped I Lost My Virginity And Almost Lost My Life. I Also Discarded Certain Assumptions I Had Held About How The World Worked And About How Safe I Was.

Each Time I Told My Story, I Lost A Bit, The Smallest Drop Of Pain. It Was That Day That I Knew I Wanted To Tell The Story Of My Family. Because Horror On Earth Is Real And It Is Every Day. It Is Like A Flower Or Like The Sun; It Cannot Be Contained.

Part Of The Creative Process For Me Is An Invitation For Readers To Follow Their Imagination.