When Nobody Listens
by Karla Fetrow
“I had a dream,” I told the psychologist frankly, “and I don’t know why it disturbed me, but I sat straight up in bed, sweating and trembling this morning.”
by Karla Fetrow
“I had a dream,” I told the psychologist frankly, “and I don’t know why it disturbed me, but I sat straight up in bed, sweating and trembling this morning.”