One day at San Quentin State Prison, I was walking down the paved ramp towards the yard to my destination, the education building. I like walking down this leisurely quiet route verses the stairway, which seems so abrupt and crowded. I admire the greenery on the side of…Continue
All my adult life I have wondered why I rarely meet men my own age. Once I left high school, the mystery deepened. The men I met were either older than I or younger. I remember my first day of working for the Post Office in 1986. I was twenty-nine. There was myself and another new hire, a man who remarkably was the same age as myself. I scrutinized his face, his hair, his skin. So this is what it looks like, I thought. How unusual. Over the 13 years I…Continue
I have been chompin’ at the bit to tell you all about an event that happened at San Quentin last night. I've been restraining myself because as you all know, lockdowns, fog-lines and other prison-related obstacles can easily, randomly and suddenly thwart even the best-laid plans!
Sunday night marked the first of hopefully ongoing Devotional Music Nights at San Quentin State Prison. I am so lucky that my…Continue
San Quentin Reflections
The Animal Chaplains of San Quentin
The day my supervisor asked me to help coordinate a program in San Quentin which included bringing animals into the prison was a happy day indeed. Animal chaplaincy has been a way of life and focus for me my entire life. Starting a program in San Quentin is not…Continue