  Thanksgiving. 1989. Walking into my parents’ bedroom I see, sitting on my father’s nightstand a book titled: SEEING VOICES. My first thought: “Isn’t that funny.” I move towards it, pick it up and reading the inside flap, I think: “Oh, yeah, cool.” then, I scurry off with it squirreling away into a nook to […]
SOURCE: www.kimweild.com at 06:56PM on August 30, 2015