Reflecting. No one knows this, but my move-in at Howard wasn’t cute or sweet. My mom couldn’t afford to send me to Accepted Students Day in the spring, so that August was my first time on campus. We were getting evicted back in TX. My mom sold all our furniture for bus tix to DC.
When my mom was too poor to make the trip to visit me in prison it meant something to hold every holiday card she sent knowing she held it too. Today the prison banned cards and postcards. They make it so hard and humiliating to stay in touch. More and more isolation. For what?