Lessons from an Autopsy
What’s done is done. There is no going back. Cannot turn back the clock. Would anything change if I could? The “F” word was used…used often. That word came up each time they would talk to me or about me. That “F” word began to shape my thoughts toward them and soon enough I believed I was part of the “Family”. We enjoyed being around each other. An element of safety was felt as trust began to build. Before I knew it their interest in what I was doing increased. Questions were asked. Recommendations were made. The artistic pieces I…
