A game unveils a dangerous insight for a newly minted police officer.
graytuft.comMy policing career took art infused veins to every crisis. Upon approach I needed to see the small, apparently insignificant, cues. Each layered crises was a snapshot and, as the crisis concluded, I became a layer embedded in some stranger's memory. Today I write to unfold layers of my memory. Today I seek beauty beyond the fog of my memories. JT Murphy, graytuft.com
Do you see…
Sometimes what we see becomes beautiful later.
Have a short coffee break and listen to this story. While listening have a laugh knowing my service dog, Char, […]
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A Service Dog has the last laugh as the handler reinterprets what Monday morning means.
Starting to demystify PTSD.