In the copshop, in RC– Fire Camp Training at the California Institute for Women. Mr. Darr leaned in on his chair, his body lazily relaxed, his eyes tense and alert. He had called me into the office, staring in silence before speaking. “We don’t listen to rumors, usually, but this one has some meat on its bones. Did you get punched on the yard last … Continue reading 2015, real talk.
I finally held Dave’s death certificate on Monday night. It shouldn’t have been a shock, but it was. I flinched. I cried. It reminded me of the game my little brother loved: Are you afraid of a monster this big? He’d ask, arms outstretched, as wide as he could reach. No, I’d claim. Are you afraid of a monster thiiiiis big? He’d ask, hands and … Continue reading go ahead, clap your hands.
One of my favorite stories, in both book and video form, is The Princess Bride. In the classic tale of high adventure, for those who haven’t read or seen it, Buttercup gets the shattering news that her one true love, Westley, has died. She mourns, but eventually puts on her practical face and sits down to breakfast and the shadows of a normal life again. … Continue reading i’m on the brute squad.
And then he died. Without explanation. Without her. Suddenly. While she was away. It was kidney failure. It was wife failure. I am so sorry. Thank you for your patience as I find my way out of the final pages of this love story. Thud. . . . * . . . * . . . * . . . * . . . * … Continue reading #ALoveStory
I don’t really know Mr. Levi. He’s a correctional officer at the prison where I spent 9 months of my incarcerated journey but he was never assigned to my particular units or zones. I glimpsed him, once or twice, making the old women in the med lines blush when he complimented their hair. He seemed nice, but he really wouldn’t be able to tell me … Continue reading where’re you goin’?
Relax. This is just a blog post. You’ve posted before. Over a thousand times, actually. You’re a little rusty, sure. It’s been over 400 days since you so much as glimpsed the internet… but you don’t need a license to be a blogger so it’s not like you expired. And it’s not as if they can revoke your blog if you post something foolish. I … Continue reading this is not a test.
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