I was talking to a friend earlier this week about secrets. Mostly, it was about family secrets: things that have been buried for years that suddenly come to light.
Oh, my! What a mess. The drama!
Sorry, I can’t spill the beans here.
But it got me thinking nonetheless.
Why are secrets kept? Why are things shared? What prompts people to share secrets after years, decades, of being mum?
Once, when I was visiting the cemetery with my Mom, she walked up to the edge of my great-great uncle’s grave and...
Published on July 05, 2013 04:30