I Saw Jesus in Juvenile Hall
The first time I met him was as a young girl in a private place in my heart, when I told him I believed in him and who he was. I read about him through the words in my Bible Continue reading
The first time I met him was as a young girl in a private place in my heart, when I told him I believed in him and who he was. I read about him through the words in my Bible Continue reading
The guard led me to the main living quarters, where the other offenders were housed. I was taken to what would be my cell bedroom for three months to come. I was to share a cell with another girl, who Continue reading
My car had major surgery the day before yesterday. It needed major organs removed and transplanted. When I was first told that my cars prognosis was, a few days, or weeks, to live – my heart sank. I love my Continue reading
I felt trapped – inside and out. I couldn’t thrash around to free myself, and the cell was as sound-proof as my life had been. How many years did you get locked up for being incorrigible? Would they feed me or was Continue reading
I crouched with my back against the column in the church parking lot. I held my breath hoping it would help me disappear. The thud of my heartbeat wouldn’t quiet, threatening to give me away. Then suddenly, there it was, a car Continue reading
My feet pushed into my parents’ bed for leverage. I counted one-push, two-push, and three-jump. My hand grabbed the metal ring on the fuse box cover above the headboard, and flung it open. Again, one-push, two-push, three-jump. I hit the Continue reading
The nurse on duty helped me into a gown that barely fit over my distended belly and was opened for viewing what was in back. Water was still trickling down my legs. I had mentioned to my mother earlier that Continue reading
by annette skarin (read part I first) The storm’s fury had reached its peak during the night. I stepped out of my car to be greeted by quiet rain. I had to reach the barn to care for the goats, Continue reading
by annette skarin I groped forward with my hand, trying to find the snuffle source. My hand bumped against a firm wet spot that suddenly moved toward me. A raspy wet bulldog tongue began to slobber all over my hand. Continue reading
A few months before Christmas in 1996, I became close friends with a lady named Laurie. When I first met Laurie, she was wearing a halo, a metal one that held her neck together. She had two young sons, eight Continue reading