I become a part of the history in the little isolation cell with a rickety light bulb. The doll still has a heart and believes in God despite the crimes she might be guilty of. The broken image is authority in a white uniform. . . . The authority in my life is what broke me. I was very angry when I painted this picture.
Some days are more up than down and vice versa.
I learned the key, that my life is what I want to make of it. Copyright 1999 by Lenora A. Scott. Photograph courtesy of John H. Brandenburg. At fourteen I was married, with a child of my own, and I fell head first into a world of drinking and drugs. One thing led to another and I ended up in a robbery that got someone killed.