Tom Cat the Owl Man Was My Cellmate (Memoir)

Tom Cat the Owl Man Was My Cellmate (Memoir)

Before I was taken to my jail cell, the guards made me undress and put on ‘blues’. My new wardrobe. Criminal pajamas. Then one of them taunted me by loudly spitting out from over his desk, “Hope you don’t have claustrophobia!” I did have a fear of enclosed spaces and...
In the Middle of the Night, I Searched for Stories (Memoir)

In the Middle of the Night, I Searched for Stories (Memoir)

In the middle of the night, I would wake up under a heavy, red blanket. I’d peer out into my dark, little room from high on my brass bed and survey the shadows on the walls. If there was nothing scary, I’d slide the blanket off my little body and prepare for...