Joe and Red
May 6, 2010
Joe* is being paroled today after 34 years in prison. He is 58 years old. He was about the same age as my son – 24 years old – when he was sent to prison, before his adult life had ever really begun . . .

May 6, 2010
Joe* is being paroled today after 34 years in prison. He is 58 years old. He was about the same age as my son – 24 years old – when he was sent to prison, before his adult life had ever really begun . . .
May 4, 2010
You may remember “Dorothy Gale” simply as a sixteen-year old Judy Garland in the original movie version of The Wizard of Oz. But Dorothy Gale was far more than a starry-eyed Kansas girl in ruby slippers. Dorothy is one of my heroes. Here are some things the girl in the blue gingham dress taught me about life . . .
April 30, 2010
“How was the book tour?” is one of many questions people have been asking in the last couple of days. There are so many possible responses to that question, so many experiences and challenges and things I’ve learned along the way that I will need to reflect on and process and ponder. It may take me weeks, even months to fully understand and formulate my replies to that question.
But my initial response is this . . .

April 28, 2010
I drove along the Monongahela River and up the winding hills out of Morgantown to I-68 just after the morning rush hour. A few miles after that came the glittering Cheat Lake, fed by the Cheat River . . .
April 27, 2010
Had some real John Denver moments today as I made my way north and east along winding country roads through Kentucky horse country and then into West Virginia. Despite the torrential rains that pounded out a drumbeat on the windshield for the first 100 miles or so, it was a gorgeous drive . . .
April 26, 2010
For weeks now, I’ve been thinking every day about what it will be like to get back home after 74 days on the road (almost THERE!!! see Countdown clock at right!!)
Various analogies have come to mind: astronauts re-entering the Earth’s atmosphere, sailors returning home from sea, explorers returning from an expedition . . .
April 25, 2010
Cincinnati is a city of hills. Local legend says it was built on seven hills, like Rome, though as I drove up and down, around and through the city, it seemed there were way more than seven. (the van does NOT like hills, either up or down) . . .

April 23, 2010
Midwestern friendliness has abounded in my week spent here in Hoosier country. Indiana is surely one of the prettiest and most welcoming places in the country . . .
April 21, 2010
I’ve been thinking a lot about tears lately. Maybe because I’ve been shedding so many of them. Don’t know if it’s menopause, exhaustion or just too many hours and too many miles traveling alone. Whatever the reason, it’s prompted me to think about the value of tears (no, not the vale of tears…
April 21, 2010
College-age peace activists . . . new professors and those with long experience . . . retired social workers, doctors, teachers, pastors, peace activists and others . . . people working to build a fledgling mentoring program for women transitioning out of prison . . . founders of one of oldest programs for perpetrators of domestic abuse in the country . . . all have been part of my journey through Indiana over the past several days.
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