Update

Father’s Day weekend. Man… Father’s Day weekend behind these gates is a unique experience to say the least. As I woke up this morning…. I laid on my rack and thought about my boys. I thought about how incredibly bad I wanted to be with them… for our reality not to be reality and I […]

Well… in flawlessly fitting fashion… I was reminded once again that no matter how hard we try to influence an outcome… our lack of control is the only aspect of life in here (and out there honestly) that remains undefeated. The cards are going to fall where they are going to fall and the only

I have been thinking about a word that would describe how this past week started and I keep coming back to… powerful. It was impactful… it was reflective… it was emotional… it was hopeful… it was a day that feels as though all the days to follow are now altered ever so slightly. It was

This week hurt… it still hurts and unfortunately I have a sickening feeling that it is going to continue hurting before it gets better. It is the kind of week… with the kind of news… that makes you drop your chin… shake your head… take that deep labored breath and the words “F*ck man”… fall

I slowly open my left eye… keeping my right closed as at this hour of the morning… it just seems like way too much to open both eyes. I reach my left arm up toward the ledge that I built to hold my books and my watch during the night and check the time…. as

I haven’t been able to get the notion of health out of my mind this week… I guess I’m still riding the wave of my thoughts from the week prior but I seem to mentally wander into the idea of ‘social health’ every time I slow down a bit and am left with my thoughts.

“Where would I be without you… I only think about you… I know you’re tired of bein’ lonely… So babygirl… Put It On Me… Yeah… Yeah”. Ahhh…. Ja Rule in the late 90s and early 2000’s holds such a stronghold in my memory. Every single time I hear “Put It On Me” or “Mesmerize” or

It is extremely rare these days for me to experience a “prison event” behind these walls that I have not come in contact with during my stay here. This is a very good thing because new is certainly not better when it relates to prison. You want your days to run smoothly… your program to

I simply cannot process the devastation that I have been unable to look away from on the news this past week due to the horrific fires throughout Los Angeles. As I look at the images of entire communities that were thriving on Tuesday morning and completely wiped out… like non-existent on Wednesday night… the only

Ahh a new year. A new opportunity for growth… to turn the page and start a fresh chapter and personally… another calendar year closer to breathing the free air outside these gates with my boys and my ‘tribe’. The new year is a time to reflect… to take a look at the 365 behind us