I’ve Met the Nicest Folks in the Strangest Place! by Samantha Freedman

Please allow me to include myself in a gross generalization. I am one of those people who just assumed that anyone in jail MUST be guilty, a “bad-guy”.


I write today to stand corrected.


Nothing that I was ever taught me in my 67years of living, prepared me for the shocking and truly unsettling truth. There are some super nice, generous, helpful, kind, loving, caring and nurturing folks currently behind bars… Not “BAD GUYS” at all.


I would not have considered myself to be particularly naive, but the truth betrays me. How could I have not known that our fair and just “judicial” system complete with democratic checks and balances could operate in a shadowy soup of injustice?


I openly and heart-fully extend my apologies for my limited ideology.  Herewith I applaud you fair and beautiful women for your inherent Goodness and I happily honor these precious souls;

Megan – your open friendly graciousness and our generosity are bigger than Santa himself.

Erika – your thoughtful hands of guidance and counsel creates an indispensable road map through the many perils of incarceration.

Brittany – your genuine smile and your calming presence soothe and settle the nerves.

Autumn – your hysterical sense of humor bring deep healing belly laughter and is so necessary.

Camille – your sweet kindness keeps the water flowing in the showers.

Chelsea – your radiant creativity offers mental stimulation, your crafty problem solving are beyond ingenious.

Heather – you are the hostess with the mostest, you are the ultimate nurturing “Mama ducky” spreading your wings of protection and love. You do the impossible – You make this place almost feel like home.


Thank You beautiful and awesome women! I am forever touched by who you are

“The Good Guys”


Holidays blues by Camille

Remember the day just like it was yesterday, afternoon.

It was on the evening of November 30, 2018.  Maybe at least a week before my father was buried and laid to rest December 5, 2018. Maybe 2 weeks before Christmas I was sad and hurt and very lonely.  I felt betrayed because my boyfriend got in trouble once again with the law and leaving me all alone to deal with the pain.  I was all alone to bury my father and lay him to rest.

Those horrible holiday blues and missing you all the way to my soul.

WRINKLE IN TIME by Cassie Brunet

Learning to let you go

Knowing that we can not stay

Maybe we can get it back right


But not now, not today

I have to say good~bye


The pain we cause each other,

Compared to the good times


To say it doesn’t hurt to

My soul would be a lie

Every dream I had involved

Me being with you

I’ve thought absence makes the

Heart grow fonder but it

Seems apart we grew

In my heart, to you I”ll

Always belong, you’ll

Forever be mine

I believe our love can

Be described best as

A wrinkle in Time

WHAT MATTERS by Cassie Brunet

I don’t know what tomorrow will bring

A second from now isn’t promising

With time I’ve learned to truly

Make it count.

To give it all you’ve got, to have

no regrets, that’s what it’s about

Forgive quick, love quicker, and love

With all your might

Bask in the sun during the day,

Admire the stars and moon at night

It’s a facade, the fame and

Tangible wealth

Priority lies with caring for your

Soul and health

Take heed of what you say and do

Because it’s what you’ll leave behind

It should be good for the ones after

You to find

The world has enough wicked

And bad that’s around

I intend to put out as much good

And love as I can

Before I am in the ground


She prays her mom would come home

Cuz she cry to for a visit

Her mother who is never there

Cuz she’s always in prison

In her letters she expresses

How she misses all those kisses

And how she wishes that her mom

Could have been with her

For Christmas


She sits inside her cell

Regretting everything she did

And crying over pictures

Of her invisible kid

She wonders if when she gets out

Will her child still even want her

And dreams of a reunion

With her invisible daughter


She’s always on my mind

And I hope that I can explain help my child understand

I didn’t want to stay away

And how much that I have missed her

And with her is where I’d rather be

I pray at night she feels the same

For invisible me…


I don’t trust nothing

I can tell when it’s a facade

I don’t trust n’one

Cuz deception isn’t hard

It comes before U

So they look out for themselves

So I only depend on me

And put my trust in nothing else

A lie don’t care who tell it

As long as it gets told

Lying is one of the oldest professions

Dreams are always bought and sold

But I ain’t buying just anything

So please do not mind that I am cheap

Better to be frugal than a fool

You can’t sell that shit to me