As he approached the lectern, Frederick Bricklebaum brushed a piece of lint from the breast pocket of his grey jacket, pleased with his appearance but concerned that he might have overdressed for the occasion. He didn’t want to look too…
As he approached the lectern, Frederick Bricklebaum brushed a piece of lint from the breast pocket of his grey jacket, pleased with his appearance but concerned that he might have overdressed for the occasion. He didn’t want to look too…
“Another bug hung herself,” squawked the radio. The morbidly obese correctional officer pressed the reply button on the…
May 10, 2026
I’ve been reading with great interest the Transitionish series by Thomas Whitaker, describing his path from Texas death…
May 3, 2026
Some years ago, I got in touch with my friend from back in the day. First thing that…
April 26, 2026
I have people I need to contact. Calls to make. Emails I need to send. Today is winter…
April 19, 2026
On September 25, 2025, Red Onion State Prison (ROSP), in the mountains of Southeast Virginia, accelerated its policy…
April 12, 2026
I can only see the face when I stand in a certain part of the yard. It’s just…
April 5, 2026