Today’s blog entry is from Carole Santos, Michael’s wife~ It’s a rare occurrence when I have a chance to surprise Michael. The rigid inflexibility of the prison institution makes it nearly impossible for any kind of spontaneity between us. Memorial Day, however, presented one of those uncommon opportunities, and I was thrilled to seize it. [...]
Today was a tough day for me and for many other prisoners at Taft Camp because the telephones were not working—for the entire day, we had no contact with those we love. We don’t have much telephone access as federal prisoners anyway, only an average of 10 minutes each day. I reserve all of my [...]
I don’t remember whether it was the first night of my imprisonment, back in 1987, but within the first weeks I made a habit of reading the Bible. Prior to my arrest I had not been religious at all, and I never became religious in the sense that I felt compelled to participate in chapel [...]
Today I began my work at 2:07 a.m. The early mornings suit me best. Some prisoners don’t adjust well to solitude but the more alone time I have, the more clarity I have to think. I’m now in the final 10 percent of my imprisonment, and this phase of the journey brings a need for [...]
This morning I woke early and filled with energy at 12:54. My expectations were to resume writing for a collaboration project I’ve been working on. Instead of making progress on the project, however, I was sidetracked by a young man seeking some guidance. Bones, the young man who interrupted my work, was getting ready for [...]
Since my visit with Carole last Friday I’ve been worried about her. For several months Carole has been plagued with pain, numbness, and weakness in her right shoulder, arm, and leg. I was not as sympathetic or even empathetic as I should have been. I believe that good health and fitness requires daily exercise and, whenever Carole [...]
