roots and wings

I left prison today, last year. I washed before leaving, taking the longest and hottest shower I had taken in what felt like years.  The girls gave me space, so I could get as clean and ready as possible.  I left all my bath supplies behind, the bodywash and shampoo, the deodorants.  Somebody would use it. I left everything behind. All I had was two … Continue reading roots and wings

dear gillian

Written July 14th, 2015 from the California Institute for Women – 100 hours before I was free, a letter never sent, to a friend I’ve not yet met.   I didn’t ask her permission, so I’m not linking to her (yet), but she is a blogger, and she is loved. ________________________ Dear Gillian– Good morning! It’s 10am here in Corona, California, USA, and I’ve been up … Continue reading dear gillian

2015, real talk.

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.

the funeral

I had locked myself in with my thoughts. The cell doors around me popped open and the cacophony of shotgun-like bangs lit the hallway with sound.  The noise meant my fellow firehouse girls were home from work. I heard them stomping down the hall, our boots a trademark of the FireCamp program. They were wearing the fire-resistant monstrosities inside the unit because Mr. Ham was … Continue reading the funeral

❤melt : they leave

I don’t have a scanner so the comic is hard to read, unless you click to make it bigger. I’ll summarize it for you, though.  It’s titled: Why Rarasaurs Make Bad Inmates Reason One : They Talk to C/Os It’s me waving to a C/O, and him waving back and calling me by name. Reason Two: They Befriend Tough-Girls It’s me, explaining to a girl … Continue reading ❤melt : they leave