Tag: Love

  • It’s always something

    It’s always something. Except this. This is nothing. This could have been something, really it could have been anything, but it’s nothing. Now maybe you’re thinking, That was something. Was it anything? No, it was nothing. It only seemed like something, but anything can seem like something and really be nothing. In order for anything…

  • Family & Forgiveness : Reuben’s Voice (Abortion)

    One of the simultaneously most-painful and most-beautiful moments in prison is watching a small boy or girl cling to their father, grab him one last time, before visiting day hours are over. It may be the last time they see him for the week, or months if they live far away. You don’t want to…

  • My bed tent. Eureka!

    In the Glass House, there are no full walls around your cell, just cubicle partitions, about 5′ tall, so privacy is non existent… until, Eureka! I awoke from a (failed) nap with a plan! For those new to hearing about the Glass House, imagine a corporate office, but in each 8×8 cubicle they stuck: –…