GROK's the Word

Practicing Peace: The Language of Liberation

Sitting on my cushion before sunrise, I listen to the Pacific Ocean breaking against the shore and seals barking the day awake. The seashore is a constant reminder of the...

The Jackal Train to Freedom

Several days ago, I wrote an email to my sister letting her know I would be in town and asking her if we could get together. Today an email arrived...

Empathy the Hard Way

I work in a minimum security womens facility that is more like a college dormitory than a jail. The women take classes in life skills, parenting, substance abuse, knitting, and...