Nancy J. Knight
From New Jersey to Joy
From New Jersey to JoyThe night is misty and cool. Sodden maple leaves blanket the ground. A lonely lamppost guards a deserted corner. Light from softly glowing windows reflects on the wet pavement. And foul-smelling fumes from a nearby oil refinery permeate the air.This is how I remember my childhood home.My life, like my hometown, appeared normal, even comfortable, but the one was smothered by life-threatening toxic gases, the other by life-draining fear.
