I run up the Captain’s room at the firehouse, and peek my head in the door. My team lead comes up beside me and shouts into the room: “Wood pussy!”
Category Archive: incarceration
November 2018 His voice is comfortable with itself, the kind of calm authority you develop when people count […]
Officer Irube sat down one day, but his belt had turned sideways, and he ended up pepper spraying […]
These are some prison vignettes, themed around incomplete and uncomfortable memories that swim around my head sometimes. I […]
This was originally posted on the beautiful Beth Ann’s blog, It’s Just Life. I wanted to re-post it […]
My family is a medley of cultures so I have no idea when a household tradition sources back […]
As time happens, I encounter more and more people who think prison is a metaphor I fold into […]
This was written November 27th, 2014 from the California Institute for Women, from room 136– the cell without […]
My favorite perfume sinks into my skin like a snowflake. It smells like the city at three in […]
I sniff words the way other people sniff flowers. Roses can be red, but not read. Violets are […]
When I was a kid, I was ready for lava. I would leap from chair to table, rescuing […]
No, no, please go on. I’m listening. I’m trying to listen. I’m just going to get some more coffee. […]
In November of 2010, I was living in a quiet town in Orange County with my husband, Dave, […]
I left prison today, last year. I washed before leaving, taking the longest and hottest shower I had […]
Written July 14th, 2015 from the California Institute for Women – 100 hours before I was free, a […]
