Month: November 2015

Prison Dreams

Jessica Shares Her Dream Recently I was helping a staff member prepare for children’s day a while back and said that I really wish people wouldn’t steal, it’s disappointing.  Some

Gratitude in Prison

The Little Things Mean A Lot The little things in prison mean so much more to me. A few days ago as I was walking out of the unit to

Photography in Federal Prison

The Photography Program I decided to write another post this week for a couple of reasons. Sometimes I just feel compelled to write. It’s almost like I can’t do anything

Off The Grid FBI

FBI Digging Through Our Trash I was sitting in the day room yesterday when an officer came up to me and asked why I was here. I said, “I’m Just

Good, Better, Best

Chad’s Feelings As fall comes to an end I look back to the past few months in amazement and with a smile on my face. Jax, Sadie, CJ and I

My Dad, The American Hero

When I was a little girl my Dad was my hero. He was the smartest coolest, handsomest, strongest man in the world to me. My Dad drove a 280 zx.

Groundhog Day, Everyday

Prison Same Thing Same Time Prison is very structured, every day we do the same thing, at the same time, with the same people. We get counted at the same

Humanity in Federal Prison

Depression Loneliness There are times that depression and loneliness threaten to overtake me here.  At any moment of the day I’m surrounded by hundreds of women in extremely close quarters

Exploring Dublin

My First Cell Move It’s been a crazy week in Federal Prison. To start with, our case manager decided to move about 90 inmates from one side of the unit

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