The Silence and the Scream by Dana Robbins

Thirty years later, the memories  come roaring back, in burning  waves, like a stomach flu.   Memories come unbidden when I am on the subway, in Macy’s buying pajamas or taking my children to school.   The secrets I could not tell are the bile that collects...

The Liar by Dana Robbins

Her mother told the other mothers that my friend was a liar, so that whatever she said no one believed her. On sleepovers, her uncle crouched over our beds in the dark. Her mother changed my nightgown.  You wet yourself, she said. I was nine, knew I was not a bed...