I have attended this conference since 2014, except for one year where I was not able to go. I sit here eating a Thin Mint cookie in place of the usual end of conference cookies. This year was different. But in many ways this gallery was what what needed. I kept coming back to art pieces, poems, stories. Sharing in the hope, the pain, the rage...and the knowledge that we are not alone. When I lacked the hope that I could leave the hive and fly read the work of Candace Fleming and started at the little be just waiting in Eric Rohmann's art work. Thank you for this experience. Thank you.
