Photo Credit: pixabay.com It was called The Wail House. At the time, I didn’t understand the concept and had mistaken the Wail Room for the girl’s rest room. However, what I endured during my time on the throne was unusual but extraordinary. I would be lying if I didn’t say it was weird, and I… Continue reading The Wail House
Stacy N. Elliott 
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