I set a goal to write 100 posts by the end of January. The goal-oriented person I am, I accomplished that. This was not merely a tick off of my list of things to do, I meant to continue in earnest, but not at the same pace. That’s when my life became a wreck and we started packing to move out of state. It’s a long process that won’t be over until the end of June. All my notes from my first year in prison are in a box, so this blog is not over, nor do I believe is my story.
My exit from my job is a difficult one, and I can’t write about it with any kind of clarity, but it’s a drama that shouldn’t be missed. The words will come.