There is nothing as private, as the pen upon the page where thoughts first touch the outside world. And yet with every stroke, the writer whispers her secrets to the world, offering the intravenous transfer of oxygenated truth from one soul to another. The writer lays down her dissected life upon the microscope’s slide so that others may diagnose their own. To tell one’s specific truth takes courage, yet the writer is as fragile as the canary that dies telling others there is danger in the mine. The Canary in the Mine. Ann. C. Averill.