Polliwog Hunting

<p style='margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:8.0pt;margin-left:0cm;font-size:15px;font-family:Calibrisans-serif;'><span style='font-size:16px;font-family:Times New Romanserif;'>This is a story about Darkness. It's also a story about Light. It is in essence a memoir and a diary woven together by flashes of memories. There is a learning through those memories that sometimes Light can be shadowed by the Dark.</span></p><p style='margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:8.0pt;margin-left:0cm;font-size:15px;font-family:Calibrisans-serif;'><span style='font-size:16px;font-family:Times New Romanserif;'>This is a story about a family. A family that was hindered in being all it could have been because of the Darkness. One that was intermittent in its visits and left radically affected souls in its wake.</span></p><p style='margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:8.0pt;margin-left:0cm;font-size:15px;font-family:Calibrisans-serif;'><span style='font-size:16px;font-family:Times New Romanserif;'>This is my story. A story about an ordinary young girl in a seemingly normal family. It is a glimpse into and a reflection of the memories I have sorted through in my journey into healing. It is a story about bravery and learning to live fully in the aftermath. There is much power within courageous healing and the hope that can unfold with it.</span></p>