Her first memories she would swear on a stack of bibles was the redolence of her grandmother’s greenhouse.
Deirdra was driven to paint. Share barely moved from her spot in front of the easel to notice the comings and going happening around her. Her friends loved her and considered her gift both a curse and bane.
His words and actions offered succor to a crowd of people yearning for answers, for someone to listen, and to the possibility of action. It was overwhelming to those that heard his response.