A phone call from a prison cell that houses the mentally ill.

Just talked with a friend who happens to be in prison for allegedly killing her five-year-old stepdaughter.  No, we weren’t talking over a cup of coffee at the local coffeehouse where we met and greeted each other with a hug, followed by a “how are you doing?”  It was another telephone call from a prisonContinue reading “A phone call from a prison cell that houses the mentally ill.”

Fish heads in an open bag — listening to the mentally ill.

MThese  are excerpts taken from my second book, “Cherry Blossoms & Barren Plains:  A woman’s journey from mental illness to a prison cell.”  I have drawn from the chapter called Fish heads in an open bag. Becca, the subject of my book was serving sixty years for allegedly killing her five-year-old stepdaughter. *** I have listened toContinue reading “Fish heads in an open bag — listening to the mentally ill.”

A soul-sucking depression

It was a cold, fall day.  Red weathered Maple leaves were on the ground.  Becca and I were sitting in the visit room at the Dwight Correctional Center where she was serving a sixty-year sentence for allegedly killing her five-year-old step-daughter.  Becca still does not remember committing the crime, but believes that she did becauseContinue reading “A soul-sucking depression”

To the mentally ill who have no voice. Please listen.

After visiting family in Wisconsin, a place where cold people have warm hearts, it is good to return to our home in Southern Illinois.  I have been thinking about what my next blog would be.  The answer became clear while I was surfing over the internet and discovered a blog that grabbed my attention.  BecauseContinue reading “To the mentally ill who have no voice. Please listen.”

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