S.R.Claridge writes Mystery and Romantic Suspense novels. Her work has been said to have the energy of Dan Brown, the mystery of Mary Higgins Clark and the humor of Janet Evanovich. Claridge novels will take you to the edge of your seat, keep you guessing until the very end and ultimately warm your heart. It is on the pages of every S.R.Claridge novel that Mystery and Sensual Suspense collide.

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Wednesday, February 6, 2013


Some say silence is golden, and in some situations this is true.  For example:  one should be silent while watching a movie, or in a golf game, or when hiding during a game of hide-and-go-seek.  But, when it comes to matters of the heart, silence is deadly.

For me, silence means you don’t matter.  To me, silence is the highest form of disrespect.  It states that you aren’t even worth the time for a response.  It says you don’t deserve even an acknowledgment of existence. 

Silence is a quiet form of hate.

For my heart, open communication is always better; but if a person refuses to even acknowledge a situation, then my heart grows more sad and eventually angry and hardened.   I suppose I am a little like Angel in the Just Call Me Angel series… I’d rather have you hurt me with your words than crush me with your silence.  Words are at least an attempt at communication and an attempt says, “I care enough to try.” 


Silence says, “You’re not worth my effort.”

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