Tatt Ho
Am recovering from quite a weekend. In the last six months I have been working with a non-profit started by a woman in my community whose daughter was murdered by her abusive boyfriend. (If you want to read more pick up this month's issue of Marie Claire magazine or go to their website...the story is titled "Desperately Seeking Becky"). She and I have been cohorts since the day she walked into my office at the Oconomowoc Focus with her convoluted story of murder and mayhem.
I am the president of her board and among other things she is a victim's advocate who travels to all the prisons in the state to talk to inmates about domestic violence. She was going WAY up north to two last weekend and wanted me to come along to get a taste of what it is like. Very interesting.
On a side note we ended up drinking with some local folks who took us to a tattoo party (as you would if spending the entire weekend in a truly Godforsaken corner of Wisconsin). Yes. Of course. You know I did it. Did you even have to ask if I got one?
Shall I write more vignettes from this weekend?
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