Why did I do it?
Why did I help John Manard escape from prison? That’s the million dollar question. Literally.
It’s taken me losing everything, building a new life from scratch at the age of 51, years of expensive counseling and therapy, and decades of introspection, to come close to an answer.… Read the rest
the year i became a number and a face everyone recognized but no one knew not even me who knew less than nothing of the woman buried inside a turning point that year that was really more than a year the year i lived on peanut butter, mail call, visiting day the year i sank into the deep muck of depression, fears and fate the year when i felt i wasn't entitled to smile or dream the year when the darkness settled and waters became clear and deep the year i learned that hope is blue like a springtime sky and prayer is purple bold and royal and everywhere the year i was just a number the year i became ME who was always hidden inside.… Read the rest
After both the first and the second time I wrote about Lisa Montgomery, I heard from readers who said that in arguing against the upcoming execution of this severely mentally ill woman, who was routinely raped as a child and physically abused as a wife, I was somehow siding against her victim and their survivors.… Read the rest