Showing posts with label prison. Show all posts
Showing posts with label prison. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 10, 2025

Behind The Scenes Behind Bars


Welcome aboard for your very unofficial tour of Alcatraz! First off, the Alcatraz City Cruises company does a great job of jetting you over to the island – and they leave about every half hour during the day AND accommodate more than 200 passengers per trip. Win!

Before you board, you can get a "paper mache" type layout of the island. It's not a huge island but all the buildings are squished in there somehow.


Beautiful waters despite the ugly destination.


My co-worker Tom and I feeling rebellious going to prison!


Alcatraz was a federal penitentiary until 1963. In 1969 Indigenous activists occupied Alcatraz for 19 months.


A guard's watch tower that at first looked like a lighthouse to this lighthouse fan.


The official "welcome" entrance to Alcatraz.


A former "officers club" that burned in a fire either caused by Indians or hippies. The jury is still out on that.


Lovely sign on the roof so you know you do NOT want to land there.


Just an artsy shot.


The model industries building.


The current state of electrical...


...And plumbing. In case someone has this crazy idea to reopen this place!


More from the Indian occupation.


Well of course there's a morgue. Not everyone can survive these luxurious island accommodations.


In the cellhouse now.... no privacy for showers or anything else.


My childhood dream house had spiral stairs. But yeah, not so sure in this setting!


The narrators in our fascinating audio tour of the cellhouse...


Who knows how they got former inmates to participate, but it added a real-feel element to the tour.


Three levels of cells. My first thought was Shawshank Redemption! Such a similar look and feel. And Al "Scarface" Capone was here!


Cells were 5 feet wide so even I am too tall to sleep in the "width". Not by much.


I can smile when I know it's just a tour and I don't have to spend extended time here. Of course, women weren't welcome anyway.


Solitary confinement is as bad as it sounds. 


The prisoner on the audio tour said he'd just have to adjust to the dark and pretend to play a TV screen in from him to visualize something – anything. 


Oh just me looking at angles and finding something pretty – architecturally. 


Prison library again reminded me of the Shawshank movie!


Free time for most included smoking – they got a lot of cigarettes – and hobbies like chess and music.


The escapees in 1962 made fake mask heads to put in their beds while they burrowed out of prison via the tunnels they dug with spoons. There were three of them and they were never found.


Prison cafeteria offering a balanced meal!


The kitchen crew made sure there was a knife matching each black outline on the cutlery board. Should I be alarmed they were all missing?!


Random beauty because prison gardens were actually a thing.


An artsy shot of the Bay Bridge.


A light house that appears to be more used by birds than anything else!


Evening view of the Golden Gate Bridge from the island.


Oh yeah, we're in California. There are palm trees here! 


More surprising garden work.


And a little bit more.


Another artsy shot of the Bay Bridge over to Oakland.


Our ride.


View of the San Francisco shoreline. It's definitely a compact city on a hill for lack of a better definition. 

Thank you, Congress, for making Alcatraz part of the Golden Gate National Recreation Area. And thank you for coming along on my virtual (surely incomplete) tour of Alcatraz.

Monday, October 28, 2024

Mama Love

My book club has an amazing track record of picking out interesting books we often haven't heard of or think of reading. The 6 of us core members rotate choosing books each month so the group reads 2 of our choices per year. Mostly fiction, we occasionally have a good nonfiction title, too.

Such was the case for October and The Many Lives of Mama Love: A Memoir of Lying, Stealing, Writing, and Healing, where New York Times bestselling author Lara Love Hardin's memoir recounts her slide from soccer mom to opioid addict to jailhouse shot caller and her unlikely comeback as a highly successful ghostwriter.

If you haven't heard of it this year, here's the synopsis:

No one expects the police to knock on the door of the million-dollar two-story home of the perfect cul-de-sac housewife. But soccer mom Lara Love Hardin has been hiding a shady secret: she is funding her heroin addiction by stealing her neighbors’ credit cards.

Lara is convicted of 32 felonies and becomes inmate S32179. She finds that jail is a class system with a power structure that is somewhere between an adolescent sleepover party and Lord of the Flies. Furniture is made from tampon boxes, and Snickers bars are currency. But Lara quickly learns the rules and brings love and healing to her fellow inmates as she climbs the social ladder and acquires the nickname “Mama Love,” showing that jailhouse politics aren’t that different from the PTA meetings she used to attend.

When she’s released, she reinvents herself as a ghostwriter. Now, she’s legally co-opting other people’s identities and getting to meet Oprah, meditate with the Dalai Lama, and have dinner with Archbishop Desmond Tutu. But the shadow of her past follows her. Shame is a poison worse than heroin—there is no way to detox. Lara must learn how to forgive herself and others, navigate life as a felon on probation, and prove to herself that she is more good than bad, among other essential lessons.

The Many Lives of Mama Love is a heartbreaking and tender journey from shame to redemption, despite a system that makes it almost impossible for us to move beyond the worst thing we have ever done.

It was as good and interesting as it sounds. We all gave it a 5 out of 5 rating! I listened to the audiobook so I got to hear it in her own words and voice. That always adds impact for me. 

It's actually a story many of us can identify with – sans the heroin and Oprah meet-up. I mean we've all done something in our lives we are ashamed of or, if not, someone has made us feel ashamed about. Or worthless. 

In her 15-minute Ted Talk called Thieves of Hope, Lara talks about how good people who make a bad decision often carry that shame with them for the rest of their lives. Unless they find hope. Hope and shame cannot coexist. If you have shame, you can't have hope. And vice versa. That's why shame is the thief of hope.

If you can relate, you know it's not always easy to let go of the past and move on. No matter the scale of how "bad" or "stupid" you think you were. Most of our lives we aren't fighting the people who are shaming us, we're fighting ourselves and our inability to forgive ourselves for mistakes or poor judgment.

Throw in a fragile self-esteem and it's chaos.

As I shared with the club tonight (over an always delicious meal at El Mezcal), the way I personally combat it is practicing gratitude. If you thank God every night for your blessings that day, you'll start to see the big picture of your life in terms of what you have, not what you don't have – and certainly not what you've done. 

Thanks for reading my Robyn Talk. Isn't it great to start the week in a positive frame of mind? We've got this!


Friday, November 11, 2016

Veteran's Home


It's fitting that we got to spend Veterans' Day with a veteran. And his mother.

My twin sister Raylene and her son Tony, who served in the Army in Iraq a few years back, are staying on Blue Jay Drive tonight. Raylene is here for the weekend to vend at a Holiday Expo in town tomorrow. Tony is here for quite a bit longer.

For the foreseeable future, our home is this veteran's home.

Tony has not had an easy time since his tour of duty ended. Sadly, his story is not unique. He has made poor choices but also paid the consequences for those. Over the past two-plus years, he has gotten some help and some inspiration. Now, he is ready to move on to a new chapter. A better chapter. A fresh start.

Jim and I are hoping we can help him do that. We're not perfect and our home isn't perfect and our lives aren't perfect. Our outlook is cautiously optimistic. But our love for our nephew is unwavering. And our faith is strong.

During this transition to true freedom, we are giving him a roof over his head. A safe environment. Love and support. And prayers. Lots and lots of prayers.

Right now, we aren't looking down the road to see how far he has to go. We are taking this one day at a time and will hopefully teach him to do the same.

We welcome prayers for us all. Please don't judge him by his past. He doesn't live "there" anymore. He lives here now. Be sure to say hello. He is one of the lucky ones who made it back. We should appreciate that.

God, please bless all the men and women who have served or are serving to protect our freedoms and our right to second chances.


Sunday, September 25, 2016

Water Under the Bridge


water under the bridge: Something in the past that cannot be controlled or undone, but must be accepted, forgiven, or forgotten.

If you want a true visual of what "water under the bridge" means, you merely have to look at any moving body of water in the area and see how the rain has pushed the flow into high gear.

The origin of the phrase actually comes from the ancient Greek Heraclitus, who said, "You could not step twice into the same river." The river is ever changing because of the flow of the water, the river is never the same a second later. In other words, what happened in the past should stay in the past. People can change and become better persons.

Forgive and forget. That's water under the bridge.

Or is it?

After church today I went to my nephew Tony, who is eyeing up his release next month after serving time in prison and participating in a correctional facility guided treatment program of sorts. With each visit over the past 2 years, he has been more positive, more honest, more goal-driven, more like his true self. He is so close to being done with this stage, but there is a long road (or river) ahead.

Freedom comes with many strings attached. Rules to follow. And a general re-entry into society. That may be the hardest part.

While we can't entirely dismiss the seriousness of some of his actions, I sure hope people recognize how serious he is about learning from those, moving forward and not repeating them.

His focus right now is inspiring. It has been a privilege to have been a part of his journey and a witness to his transformation. We realized today that it was probably going to be our last visit in a setting where we sit with a table between us, under the watchful eye of security guards. That's OK. We know our paths going forward will be intertwined.

Thankfully, the water he was treading in the past has moved under the bridge and down river and been replaced by water flowing in a new direction.

I pray it is mostly smooth sailing.


Saturday, August 20, 2016

August Showers Bring Yellow Flowers

I'm so glad my friend Christine and I decided two years ago to share our love for reading by starting a book club.

It's a manageable size of 8 women. While I know all of them from my various worlds, they all didn't know each other. Now it's like we've all known each other forever. When we meet at the coffee house one Saturday a month, we end up talking about the book, but definitely take time to catch up on each other's lives since it's rare all 8 of us can make it.

After a good night of showers, this morning there were 7 of us talking about the book Yellow Crocus by Laila Ibraim. This book follows two characters, Mattie and Lisbeth, and is set in the mid-1800s in Virginia. Mattie is a slave woman for Lisbeth's family and is called in to be a wet nurse to young Elizabeth (Lisbeth). Forced to leave her own son just a few months old, Mattie is moved into the house and raises the young girl, almost as her own, for several years and loves her like her own.

While some of the plot centered around slavery in the south before the Civil War, there were themes about the importance of family and loving children who are not your own. It was appropriate then that after the meeting I headed over to Black River Falls to visit my nephew Tony – not my flesh and blood, but he holds a very special place in my heart.

In the book, the "yellow crocus" flower symbolized spring and a period of rebirth and renewal. Tony is experiencing his yellow crocus now as he prepares for a new life of sorts in less than two months. Like the season of spring, there is always a chance to start fresh. Start over.

We had a good visit and I look forward to watching him bloom, while loving and supporting him as if he were my own. That's what family does.

Just like our wonderful group of book club "sisters," we've got each other's back in all seasons.



Sunday, July 24, 2016

Path of Destruction

When we find ourselves on a path of destruction, it may mean we ignored the caution cone warning us to stop and take a look where we are and where we're headed. It also may mean, we were moving too fast to slow down and change course.

I thought it was fitting that I got to view some of the storm damage on Highway 54 near Nekoosa on my way to see my nephew in Black River Falls.

It appears Thursday's storm must have downed many, many trees in the Wood County Forest area. Judging from cleanup piles on both sides of the road, some must have blocked the highway or at least a lane of traffic.


Riverside Park in Nekoosa also saw damage.

Trees of all sizes were snapped off or simply uprooted and blown over.

Yikes.

Just because we know a storm is coming, doesn't mean we know exactly what it's going to bring. Just because it has the "potential" to produce strong winds, dangerous lightning and hail, doesn't mean it will. Then again, we might get all three.

I believe my nephew has experienced all three. Unfortunately for him, the storm produced alcoholism, post-traumatic stress disorder (after service in Iraq) and a felony conviction.

Where to start the cleanup with that storm!

Believe me, it was a mess. But he is doing an amazing job dealing with the damage.

After serving time over in the prison in Winnebago County, he has now earned the right to participate in a treatment program of sorts at the correctional facility in Black River Falls. Still part of the Wisconsin prison system, but with a focus on "storm cleanup."


I was blessed to spend the afternoon with him, sitting at a picnic table in the shade and hearing about his program and progress. He is doing some things that would be hard for any of us to do: Looking back at his path of destruction, determining what went wrong and why, and what he could have done differently. Not to dwell on it, but rather to learn from it and use that to make the appropriate behavioral decisions in the future.

Sounds like he's in the right place!

I hope he finds the answers he needs, bring order to his mess, and arm himself with the proper mindset going forward. He's feeling very positive about it. It's like visiting a different person than a year ago. Amazing. So proud of him and continue to hope for the best.

I was encouraged by the visit and even more so when I saw a sign that could direct all of us onto the right path.

Is it that easy to change course? Doesn't hurt to try.