Adonna Moheb

A Street Called Cypress Adonna Moheb

The glowing persimmon sun in Florida in the 50's held secrets. Under ice-gray, angel-wing sunsets of West Virginia the secrets of early childhood physical and sexual abuse continue. Purple and black tears fall down alley walls onto pigeon dung on the streets of New York City in the 60's. The disassociative personality behaviors of a homeless teenager and her secrets went unnoticed in this milieu where some child-teens went missing and were never seen again Moving back to picture-postcard, scenic New England towns, these things were never discussed. The years, as a young mother, that she lived in those back wards of mental institutions she was merely medicated, sheltered only by the clean sheets on the hospital beds and the metal bars on the windows. Even if "taboo" subjects had been discussed, she wouldn't have remembered them. This is her story.