Jail Tales 2 -The aromatherapy saga

When I was in jail, I wrote to friends out asking forletters or just a piece of paper soaked with essential oil. The stench of the officers’ cheap perfume was ghastly and I knew some healing essential oil smells would cheer me up. I didn’t know it at the time, but one of the sergeants... Continue Reading →

Jail Tales 1- The day they came for me

A story begins where it begins. Tomorrow my story may begin 40 years ago but today it begins here. I sat in the back of the cop car, handcuffed, watching through a blur of tears and window bars as the landscape of my life disappeared. The house faded behind the trees as we sped down... Continue Reading →

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