Cheryl Jean Kelley

The Frequency of Lies I was seven when I learned that adults speak in two frequencies simultaneously. Truth runs steady and flat, but lies peel away higher, shimmering purple with an aftertaste like old pennies. In second grade, I made the mistake of pointing this out during a parent-teacher conference. That was the last time I mentioned what I could taste when people weren't telling the whole story. Thirty years later, I still hear the split. Still taste the copper. Still keep my mouth shut about what frequencies reveal when you know how to listen. (from 18 Years of Leaving the 315)