It’s quiet except for the clang of steel doors as guards and inmates move from cell to room in Coffee Creek Women’s Prison. Even the door to the chapel is made of steel.
1:00 PM – Inmates begin to show up for meditation class. They are openly friendly, wide-eyed, a bit cautious, yet eager to learn what I have to teach. They all look at me as if I’m something special, yet, I can sense fear, lack of trust, a hunger ...READ MORE →