http://slow.writerscafe.org/APHarris The original writings of author APHarris en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776190550 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A catch phrase and book on helping and encouraging adult survivors of child molestation who have never revealed their trauma to anyone, to finally tell someone and be released of that horrible burden. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/APHarris/1005505/ Chapter SixThat beautiful home thatmy grandfather built so many years ago was eventually sold to an investor andsadly, it burned to the ground a couple of years later after a carelesselectrical accident during some renovations that the investor was making.  Today, Billy Wayne's Christmas .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/APHarris/947602/ Chapter 5A Christmas Train for Billy Wayne By 1939, The Great Depression was finally overand my grandparents had just barely survived with their four youngchildren.  My mother was their oldest,with my Aunt Shelia coming in closely behind. My Uncle Don was next being five y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/APHarris/947600/ Chapter 4 Jack and I had finished our drinks and the large bag of chips and wewere now entering Indianapolis.  I askedwhich exit I needed and was pulling into a Dunkin Donuts that was a mile or twofrom his mother’s house.  We ordered acouple of donuts and coffee and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/APHarris/947598/ Chapter 3 By now, Jack and I had gotten just an hour from Indianapolis and I hadto tell him that I had to pee and also that I was sure that I was not going tohave enough time to tell him the entire story and when we got back on the roadthat I would just work at getting to the end and tell.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/APHarris/947597/ Chapter TwoBirminghamThe only place I could start was with that little boy’s name.  Everyone in the family called my Uncle BillyWayne, Guy, why, I don't know, but that's what everyone called him, except formy grandmother who always and only called him by his given name, BillyWayne.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/APHarris/947211/ Chapter OneMy assistant, Jack’s, sarcastic, “Thank you!” filledmy office as he walked away through my doorway back into his office.  I stopped dialing and met his tone with anunseen raised eyebrow that, if seen, would have let him know that this was myoffice and he worke.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/APHarris/947196/ Their promises made for us to keep http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/APHarris/947108/