Debra K. Rodgers

“I have the cedar box safely tucked away in my bedroom closet, but its ghosts follow me about the house, distracting me from my work, interrupting my train of thought, pulling at my limbs and hair, whispering gossip in my ear.”

“Defiance may be the roughest path to beauty but, unfortunately, often it is the only path.”

“The air has a voice and it whispers trouble, trouble.”

“Even now I steal outdoors in the dead of night to sit on the tree swing and watch the shadows breathe in the moonlight.”