My Mother - 2003

My mother and I had reconciled our differences from my youth and built a very loving relationship. For some reason in a chat room, 20 years later a man would yell "remember what your mother did in 1991" presumably from data collected from Christina Aaron or Jay Pruett, hard to say. Yet they worked extensively to drive a wedge of unforgiveness for history both she and I had long let go of. Those images of the attempts at a psychological attack (while claiming to hold business data hostage) will be displayed in the year they came.