When it was time, Peggy had the women form a circle, introduced me, and without saying a word I began to dance in the circle, a dance of fear and nervousness. I looked each woman in the eye. Their eyes showed confusion as they glanced at each other. What is she doing, they seemed to say. Then as my vulnerability dance began to change into acceptance, I saw their faces soften and grow warm. We had connection.
Masks
Making a Difference from the Inside – Out
This week’s post is from Karen C., a Behind Bars graduate. Following Karen’s post is a piece written by Nathalie about Karen. TBT came to me as an extravagant gift when I was at the Hilltop Unit in Gatesville. It has been the miracle that brought freedom and liberty in creative writing, public speaking, respectful […]