The Ghostwriter

by Julie Clark

Regardless, at age forty-four and after nearly a three-decade absence, I’m finally going back home.

“Siblings define who you are at that age. I’d always been the middle child, measured against Danny and Poppy my entire life. Then suddenly they were gone and all that was left was this vast emptiness. Silence. Except for my mother’s crying.”

This is the consequence of speaking out as a woman. We are labeled hysterical, emotional, unreliable, and finally, incompetent.

The truth lives in people’s actions, their unguarded moments, not in the lies they tell.”