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You know that feeling on Sunday night… you just got everything “done” for the day and it’s the time of the evening when the check list is all checked and the only thing consuming your thoughts is your plan for the week ahead. You can picture Monday morning… what time you’re going to wake up… […]

Natural disasters… war time tragedies… terror attacks… horrific car accidents… mass shootings. These events are life changing… life ending… absolutely devastating situations that all have one thing in common… after said event… “we” as a society cannot help ourselves but to immediately start to point the finger at a group that we don’t belong. We

Well… there has been a bit of an “incident” over here in F Unit that has caused the entire unit (which I happen to call home) to be locked down over the past few days meaning no visits… no calls… no emails… no TV… no nothing. We have transitioned to “modified lockdown” through New Years

Christmas music is playing throughout the ranges of the units and at work… the lobby is decorated with festive wrapping paper and a nice (well… nice-ish) little Christmas tree sits glowingly by the front door. The mood is festive and warm and here I am… embracing another holiday season in prison. It is still a

And just like that… another birthday passes behind these gates. This one was different though…. in a good way. As I woke up the morning of my birthday… I felt good… I felt the warmness of gratitude that has bled over from the week prior and I thought to myself… “today is going to be

Thanksgiving was good this year. I woke up with a breath of peace. A massive sense of gratitude and that lovely feeling of… just knowing… believing… that everything is going to be alright. It must be said that under these emotions was the ever present nagging of missing a piece of myself… as if I

I will not get too deep into the weeds on the election or my feelings regarding the outcome of said election because that is not the protagonist in the movie this week. But what I will say is that the outcome put a massive mirror up to the American people… to our values… to our

I would not consider myself a “handy” man. Well lets not single me out… no one would consider me a handy – man. I was the guy would had absolute zero shame in “calling a guy” as opposed to figuring out how to handle said home project with these paws of mine. But… enter this

I don’t know if it would be considered confirmation bias or possibly some form of the ‘recent-cy effect’ but there have been numerous occasions in here where I have a conversation with someone and then at some point in the near future… I am reading an article or a book and ‘BAM’… there it is.