The True Colors of Peacock Hill

While the images we sometimes see of dead children peering out of cornfields are deeply disturbing, what is even more disturbing is being alive and having confusing, distressing and deeply painful memories from childhood and then later going on to have recurring nightmares, which incidentally also take place in a cornfield, from which you awaken drenched in sweat and your heart racing so fast it feels as if it will surely explode. If you are a past or present victim of abuse of any kind, you will easily connect with this author’s amusing take on her not-always-quite-so-amusing life story and identify with her ongoing struggle to find her wings to fly out of that cornfield and to say, “I will no longer be hushed”.