The only thing I remember writing in prison is a couple of poems for an inmate magazine they did once a year.

We humans are in such a strange position—we are still animals whose behavior reflects that of our ancestors, yet we are unique—unlike any other animal on earth. Our distinctiveness separates us and makes it easy to forget where we came from. Perhaps dogs help us remember the depth of our roots, reminding us—the animals at the other end of the leash—that we may be special, but we are not alone. No wonder we call them our best friends.

I felt compelled to blow the whistle on the penal system, under the delusion that doing so might result in some change, or at least save a few women from the same fate. Eternally naïve, that's me.

Prison experience puts distance between me and any person who hasn't been there, done that.

I don't believe anyone can go through the prison experience without being changed by it. The experience becomes part of your identity forever.

The only thing I remember writing in prison is a couple of poems for an inmate magazine they did once a year.

The loss of a sexual life is one of the worst things about getting really old. The worst thing.