During Opening Experience of my first Summer Workshop, the open family groups were asked to stand. Bewildered, I let my roomie take my hand and lead me into her family group. I felt welcomed but sensed I needed something else. The following day, I approached Gladys Natchez, whom I’d gotten to know as a fellow New Yorker. We were in the dining room just after lunch. “Gladys,” I pleaded, “Where do you think I belong?” She grabbed my hand and walked me over to Fred Klein. “You belong with him…with them,” she said, and walked away.
