The month of October is all about witches, goblins and ghosts, and all the things that go bump in the night. It's a season of celebration steeped in Pagan ritual and lore that has infiltrated mainstream American culture as cheap entertainment for the masses. Even in prison we get sucked into the spirit of the season. We celebrate with a Halloween themed carnival...
As a prisoner, there are only but a few ways to leave prison before your sentence is up - getting a pardon, snitching in exchange for some time off, escaping, or dying. If you opt for dying in prison, your death certificate will read, "Escaped by Death." No Kidding! As I was mulling this over in my own little head, it occurred to...
I had never before given myself the official "Wiccan" label until I came to prison, but only for a short while. To try it out. Then I took it back, and went back to just being me, an "Other". Although, as it turns out, that particular ideology did best define what has been my lifelong belief when it comes to spirituality. I had...
Okay, so, it's October, and it's like my FaVoRiTe time of year (except for Christmastime in New York), sigh!!! And, I'm. Still. Stuck. In. Prison! That's the price I have to pay for being a bad girl. Only, I was a pretty good girl all my life. You just wouldn't assume that by looking at me. Or judging me by all the fun...