My Time In Jail

Twenty Years

February 29, 2012

In approximately five weeks, McDaddy and I are scheduled to attend our twentieth reunion. It doesn’t seem possible that we’ve been out of school for twenty L-O-N-G years. That means that this girl is almost forty. Not that there’s anything wrong with being forty, because age is just a number. Mostly. I can’t help but […]

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Everyday Is Payday

October 21, 2011

Before we got pregnant (and by we, I totally mean ME, except that it was a decision we made together), McDaddy and I decided that I would quit work once our baby was born. It was an easy decision, still, I knew it would take some getting used to. When I worked at the jail, I shared an office […]

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My Time In Jail

January 14, 2011

I spent six years in jail. I just love saying that. In addition to the five years I was actually employed there, I spent my senior year of college as an intern there. I was a naive twenty-something who knew nothing about street lingo or being hustled, and I thought P.C. meant politically correct. I hadn’t been behind […]

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I Spent Five Years In Jail

June 24, 2010

Eight years ago I walked out of jail for the last time. I had an infant at home and I looked forward to the challenges and the excitement that lay ahead. Because I was prematurely put on bedrest before having Stevie, I made the decision to go back to work long enough to work out a two week notice. Mostly […]

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Seriously, From Inmates To Playdates

January 8, 2010

Ten years ago, I walked the halls of South Central Regional Jail counseling inmates about their behavior and incarceration. Today, I walk down our hallway here at the McResidence counseling two little boys about their behavior and punishment. — Ten years ago, the only cell I inspected was a twelve by twelve concrete cell. Today, […]

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