17: The Wind Sounding in the Trees like My Heart Sounding in my Throat.

The first time I felt it, the darkness given to me by blood or by circumstance, I can’t be sure, I was a small girl deep in the woods of Northern California in the pitch night. You may know this story already, I’m not sure, but when I was 7 years old I woke in the middle of a river. 

We’d camp at Cherry Hill, my mother and my siblings. Some nights we’d s…