When Silence Isn’t Golden

I was born into a family of storytellers. I was lulled to sleep by my father’s soothing voice in which I dreamed of a safe world he conjured just for me. I was fascinated by my grandparents’ stories of an era long past gone, intriguing my impressionable mind. My cousins were the most animated bunch, giving life to the bedtime stories we read. Growing up, … Continue reading When Silence Isn’t Golden