I've dissected these stories, written and rewritten them, sat with them, prayed with and for them. I've thought about how it's going to affect my family, my mother more than anyone. These are her secrets I'm revealing, her shame, that silence that has eaten through us like gangrene. This silence killed my brother.
My reading life was enriched last week with the discovery of Vanessa Martir's blog. Wordpress featured one of her posts in their Freshly Pressed column. I followed the link, read "Rationalizing the Privacies We Invade," and then kept on reading, as hours passed by. Martir's is a voice I want to keep listening to.