Patricia McConnell
We humans are in such a strange position—we are still animals whose behavior reflects that of our ancestors, yet we are unique—unlike any other animal on earth. Our distinctiveness separates us and makes it easy to forget where we came from. Perhaps dogs help us remember the depth of our roots, reminding us—the animals at the other end of the leash—that we may be special, but we are not alone. No wonder we call them our best friends.Collection: Dog
There's a stone I had made for Luke at the top of the hill road, where the pasture opens wide and the setting sun highlights the words carved into its face. "That'll do, Luke, that'll do." The words are said to working dogs all over the world when the chores are done and the flock is settled: "That'll do dog, come home now, your work is done." Luke's work is done too. He took my heart and ran with it, and he's running still, fast and strong, a piece of my heart bound up with his, forever.Collection: Running
I couldn't stand living in a society that admires the emperor's new clothes, when I see so clearly that he is naked.Collection: Clothes
One of the principle things life has taught me is that we always have a choice. When we say we "can't," we usually mean we're just not willing to pay the price.Collection: Mean
Although I was simply what today would be called a "mule" - the bottom of the food chain in the drug biz - the federal system treated me from beginning to end like a major criminal, and I still don't know why, other than that in those days, 6.5 ounces of heroin was a big load. Ludicrous by today's standards, when coke, heroin, and weed are shipped across the border by the ton.Collection: Weed
I was already a wreck when I went in, and prison nearly destroyed what little was left of me. I was worse when I came out than I was when I went in, and was not positively changed in any way.Collection: Wrecks
The loss of a sexual life is one of the worst things about getting really old. The worst thing.Collection: Loss
Prison experience puts distance between me and any person who hasn't been there, done that.Collection: Distance
My published works are concrete evidence that I exist.Collection: Concrete
A crisis of confidence is so common that it should be considered a universal part of the adoption process.Collection: Adoption
At eighty-one, health club-lusting is as close as I'll ever come to getting laid again.Collection: Lust
I felt compelled to blow the whistle on the penal system, under the delusion that doing so might result in some change, or at least save a few women from the same fate. Eternally naïve, that's me.Collection: Fate
I was addicted to amphetamines at the time I got busted, but I tend to think I was on a determined, self-destruct course that had little to do with the effect of Benzedrine.Collection: Thinking
I had a naïve idea that if I could tell the story, people would be outraged and do something about conditions in the jails.Collection: Ideas
My husband regarded my prison past as a dirty secret and never asked me one single question about it. But what I had experienced and witnessed was eating at me and I needed to "tell somebody."Collection: Husband
My friends in prison were mostly women more like myself: not historical figures who I did not relate to as peers, but hookers and addicts.Collection: Historical
I don't believe anyone can go through the prison experience without being changed by it. The experience becomes part of your identity forever.Collection: Believe
I can say now is that sneaking up on people is a major delight in my old age, but it always has been. A desire, even a need, to shock.Collection: People
The fact that educated white women automatically assume that we have similar backgrounds annoys me. We don't. I feel like I'm in a certain kind of drag.Collection: White
People think I'm educated because I talk and write well, but the fact is I never finished high school. I've read a lot, is all.Collection: Writing
I'm actually a lowlife. On the street at fifteen and also in jail for the first time at that age, and off and on the street until my mid-twenties.Collection: Jail
The only thing I remember writing in prison is a couple of poems for an inmate magazine they did once a year.Collection: Couple