A long time ago, for a different world hurt, I wrote this post. When I read about a brutality, or cruelty, or violent senselessness– I go back to it. This morning, I didn’t want to climb out of bed. I reached for my phone and pulled up this photo. A copy of it is always on hand, in reach for those days when I can’t … Continue reading when there is hurt
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.
I want to tell you about all the awfulness in my life, some that has passed, some that I am still working through. I want to tell you about funerals, doomsday doctors, people that can’t be trusted, and the accusations that tore my soul. I want to warn you about what it’s like to be falsely criminalized and how several decades of honorable living doesn’t … Continue reading i want you to laugh.
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