I never cry. Except if I’m mad af . And it takes a lot for me to get mad. But I tell my story constantly- I’ve spoke at colleges, universities, Judy Dworwin performances, museums, at the capital before the senate and the state representatives. Ive spoken at schools and churches and city libraries. I’ve spoken on panels and podcasts. Even at the CT women’s March and the convention center. I’ve been featured on the news and even was in a documentary. In all of these things I’m publicly sharing some of the deepest most painful aspects of my life and in doing so I never cry. But tonight I cried. Normally I can tell my story at arms length- because truthfully when I tell it it’s not like it’s me I’m talking about it’s like I’m telling you someone else’s story. I separate myself from it like it’s an outer body experience. But tonight I couldn’t!! When I told my story I was right back in it. Right in the middle of the war zone – solidarity confinement. I tell my story to create awareness. To bring light to a pitch dark place where darkness breed secrets and indecency. But I normally tell my story from a distance- almost robotically. Tonight I told it from my core and my trauma triggered someone else’s. I’m sorry for that- but not for sharing my truth. Because people must be made aware weather it kills me to tell it- people must do all that they can to help stop solitary confinement.

I ask you now contact your legislature. Don’t make me keep telling and reliving my story instead stand up and stop it.

Contact your legislators

Speak up about SB1059 tell them pass it!! Tell them to pass the prosecutor transparency bill! Tell them to pass clean slate. They work for you hold them accountable to end mass incarceration.

Goodnight