People Grow Up By Living.

She Sat In Her Room On The Couch My Parents Had Given Up On And Worked On Hardening Herself. Take Deep Breaths And Hold Them. Try To Stay Still For Longer And Longer Periods Of Time. Make Yourself Small And Like A Stone. Curl The Edges Of Yourself Up And Fold Them Under Where No One Can See. ~pg 29, Susie's Sister Lindsey Dealing With Grief.

My Name Is Salmon, Like The Fish; First Name, Susie. I Was Fourteen When I Was Murdered.

He Took The Hat From My Mouth. ''tell Me You Love Me'', He Said. Gently I Did. The End Came Anyway

Between A Man And A Woman There Was Always One Person Who Was Stronger Than The Other One. That Doesn’t Mean The Weaker One Doesn’t Love The Stronger.

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