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Category Archives: Work

The Muse, Monica, Prison, and the “C” Word

Although I’m a firm believer that you gotta friggin’ post if you want anyone to read your blog, I’ve been struggling with the muse since we returned from Europe.  I guess there’s a heck of a lot more to occupy my mind at home than there was on our bike trip, where we had about [...]

I Know Why the Uncaged Bird Sings

Less than an hour ago, the last gate between the prison and the outside world popped open for me, and I walked through it. I knew I’d be excited, but considering the way I felt, you’d think I’d been confined inside for the past fifteen years; a real life Rip Van Winkle.

I felt like a [...]

Excitement in Prison

  
 
OK.  Here’s the thing about hanging out in a prison all day, teaching basic skills and computer applications to convicted felons:  It’s not that exciting.
 
I could write about passing through eight locked doors and gates to get to my classroom every day. 
 
I could describe, in detail, the time when I walked out of the [...]

Damage to the Pipes - Bicycling and the Perineum

 
 

I was riding my folding bike home from prison last Tuesday at dusk.  The ride was pretty routine – cool and cloudy Seattle weather, no headwind to speak of, rapidly diminishing light, and those unidentifiable early-summer bugs hovering above the trail as it follows the river. 
 
(aside) Those bugs turn the automatic acts of inhaling [...]