Hi Misty, I really liked your poem "Penitentiary Days." I can't imagine waking up in a cell like that. I don't know how you do it. I would go crazy in there. Prison life is harder on a woman I think. Some of those shows on tv make it look like women in prison have it easy, but from what I see online prison is hell for women in some of these states. It would be so interesting to read what it is like for you. What are the rules and your daily routine like, are they really strict? Are the guards and your fellow inmates hard to deal with? How difficult is the lack of privacy, living with so many people? I hope you get a chance to respond. Best wishes, Jen
Hello my name is Tierra I really don't know why I'm doing this but I'm not going to be at peace until I close this chapter of my life Do you remember August 2nd 2008 I remember it every step of the way every word spoken if you forgot let me help you remember this was the day that you raped me at gun point in a open garage. I used to hate you so bad for years I told my husband I wanted to find out where you were so that I could look you in the face just to show you the pain I indured I was jumped by your family everyday I was pregnant they didn't care that went on until you got sentenced I had to quit my job because I was terrified to even go outside you really caused me a lot of damage I always told myself I was a survivor because you didn't kill me but sometimes I wish you would have every Aug 2 to this day I have to take off work because it's to much to bare but I know God would never give me something I couldn't handle I don't even know how to close this letter so I'll just say nothing
dear Robert,Always good to hear from my friend!I found really good people in prisons,and therefore I am truly thankful!Out of prison I have female friends,but only one man:Robert,Reda. I met him when I was in an hotel in the Ardennes.He is from Algeria and he is poor, without the necessary papers.:(. But such a kind soul.All my'male' friends are pen pals in prisons. Strong men,because you have to be tough! They became very dear to me,Robert.I was so happy to hear from Donald after 4 yrs!; he had me on his blog, could even email me, and,... suddenly I don't hear a word from him! I feel something is very wrong! He told me he got my letter;it dates from May, 16.I will write him soon yet another letter!So sad to hear about your mom. And the rupture with your brother. I sent him 20 dollars though. Could I ask him to return me this?Honesty above all.:o Your daughter will eventually take up contact, you'll see. have patience.Robert,working outside would be something George would love to do!Accept it, even no having to eat the vegetables,it is good for your mind and body.:)George sees no nature at all. The food is ugly and he writes about it, but to no avail.:(Henry, in NY sees a lot of animals outside- he loves them!- as there are no walls he wrote me. That's the only plus side of this prison, he tells me... but SO much abuse and corruption!... We are part of nature and it soothes our soul. Remember that.I will do a course in September: Nature as our personnel coach.Ilse was on another painting course in the past too.We go towards trees that attract us, and they give us an answer on an issue in our life.We can get answers, the others help and Ilse fills in even more.The camp takes 5 days. We sleep there and get bio food.It's in Orval,in the woods,in the Ardennes again.I registered myself yesterday.Later on, I will visit Leslie in CA and then fly to George.(IL)You heard about all the bad luck we had... hopefully it will be a 'normal' visit this time!He is so very soothed with his MP3 player,as he is so fond of music !!His only joys in life are music and me.He meets people liking music this way. To me this partly saved his life, Robert.Sports as well.50 yrs in prisons!:o.Lately he turned 68 and I sent him a marvelous card, plus a lovely drawing in it.:)I just sent him two interesting books:'On writing'- he adores to write! and 'Evicted'(he knows what it means to be poor; he saw it with his own eyes..., plus a chess magazine as well. Now I sustain him as best I can; we're there for one another.:)When you find that soul, you know it is a huge present in life!I found out that Swedish is the closest language with our own: Dutch!It's amazing to me!I will notify Marcus about it.:)Ah, he became another NEW male friend,yes.I met him lately on a platform, prior to babysit at Elke's.I helped him with the ticket.Helping people opens doors. I've seen it so many times.;)You don't do with that purpose, yet you are rewarded with small deeds.Be good to people.x Rita
Hey Reck! I'm still kicking around. Was on tour with the Mentors for a while, recovering, we go back in October. I miss your calls for really weird reasons, once I even answered, accepted and then got disconnected. That one really made me feel horrible. I guess I've been busy and have more to say than the usual bitching about the mundane so I better get to work on your next letter. Hope you get it before reading this. Miss you. Take care! xoxo
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I really liked your poem "Penitentiary Days." I can't imagine waking up in a cell like that. I don't know how you do it. I would go crazy in there. Prison life is harder on a woman I think. Some of those shows on tv make it look like women in prison have it easy, but from what I see online prison is hell for women in some of these states. It would be so interesting to read what it is like for you. What are the rules and your daily routine like, are they really strict? Are the guards and your fellow inmates hard to deal with? How difficult is the lack of privacy, living with so many people?
I hope you get a chance to respond.
Best wishes,
Jen
I really don't know why I'm doing this but I'm not going to be at peace until I close this chapter of my life
Do you remember August 2nd 2008
I remember it every step of the way every word spoken if you forgot let me help you remember this was the day that you raped me at gun point in a open garage.
I used to hate you so bad for years I told my husband I wanted to find out where you were so that I could look you in the face just to show you the pain I indured I was jumped by your family everyday I was pregnant they didn't care that went on until you got sentenced I had to quit my job because I was terrified to even go outside you really caused me a lot of damage
I always told myself I was a survivor because you didn't kill me but sometimes I wish you would have every Aug 2 to this day I have to take off work because it's to much to bare but I know God would never give me something I couldn't handle
I don't even know how to close this letter so I'll just say nothing