I’m white, middle class, and have two parents who are still together. I didn’t try drugs in high school; instead I recited the Bible. I...

A song, a conversation I wasn’t a part of, feelings swept under the rug, realizations of others, words spoken outward when inward is...

Resentment. Spite. Vengeance. As I sit here thinking about what to write, I recognize the signs. A “Feelings Wheel” on the wall. The song...

The way I see things. The way others see things. The way the world sees things.  I am at a crossroads in life. The prison journey is...