Dad would always say “there’s something about toiling in the garden, getting your hands in soil, it earths me out.”

The lack of housing is creating a backlog for inmates who otherwise would be eligible for parole.

With even the prison staff in industries agreeing that our pay rates are ridiculous, how do things stay the same?

Wow, I won the caption comp for December… I’ve never won anything and the whole jail is congratulating me.

I'll never come back to this place, but I’ll always respect the time that I’ve spent in here, and I understand now how and why people return to this place.

I now live in hope that I can find peace within myself, and there is a faint light at the end of a very long tunnel.

I was 40 years old when I was incarcerated and I could barely run around the block.

Prison reflects you like a mirror, you regret every mistake in your life. Everything. And if you want, it brings you back on the right way.

I pretty much have to pick and choose who I ring because it costs way too much money to ring each of my kids.

Now about jail and what it does to you inside: you learn to suppress your feelings and show your anger or bravado. But what happens then to you? You forget how to love.