I have a picture of the two of us on my bookshelf. She is wearing her shiny blue windbreaker with the Wakarusa logo, her short hair mostly black, ruffled across her forehead, a little spiky. Me beside her, arm around her, grinning: deep-set eyes, hair parted flat against my head. I don’t pay attention to […]
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A criminal and I have one thing in common. Like any good criminal, I view myself as a good person. Better than most others, probably. “Perhaps the most surprising discovery in my early years of trying to understand the criminal mind was that, without exception, offenders regard themselves as good human beings,” writes Dr. Stanton
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Los Angeles, California. Its sunny streets and sprawling population are a far cry from International Falls, Minnesota, where Carita Witmer grew up. International Falls, nicknamed “Icebox of the Nation” has a population numbering a little over six thousand. Los Angeles? Almost four million. Carita lives with her family in a quiet neighborhood built on a
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I didn’t used to like poetry, until I realized I had been reading only rhymed lines and pale caricatures. Real poetry is taken from life, unpinned and powerful. The following “found poem” was taken from the Bible, King James Version. I saw a star fall from heaven to the earth to dwell in a salt
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I made a promise once. I meant it with all my shaking soul. I think it would be difficult to say what an influence that promise has had on my life, impossible to count how many times I have read it again or remembered it, crying. I don’t remember the date or the time of
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