by Pamela | Mar 26, 2008 | Guests and Events, Quacking About |
Tweet Last of a continuing series of posts sharing my recollections of the time I went to jail for 24 hours as a journalist… “This is still jail,” says one woman while we eat our supper, “but it’s a lot nicer than some jails.” There are...
by Pamela | Mar 19, 2008 | Guests and Events, Quacking About |
Tweet Part of a continuing series of posts sharing my recollections of the time I went to jail for 24 hours as a journalist… Back in the women’s unit, Marie, the young pregnant woman, is bustling in and out of her cell, getting ready for her hearing. She thinks she’s...
by Pamela | Mar 17, 2008 | Guests and Events, Quacking About |
Tweet Part of a continuing series of posts sharing my recollections of the time I went to jail for 24 hours as a journalist… By the time the lunch trays have been cleared away, the thaw I sensed has frozen over again. Most inmates ignore me, but the one who yelled at...
by Pamela | Mar 14, 2008 | Guests and Events, Quacking About |
Tweet This is Part III of a continuing series of posts based on my recollections of the time I went to jail for 24 hours as a journalist. “You’re in 17.” The guard points to my cell. And then the guard is gone. The door closes with a heavy, steel sound somewhere...
by Pamela | Mar 12, 2008 | Guests and Events, Quacking About |
Tweet Part of an ongoing series of posts about my 24-hour stay in jail, which help inspire Unlawful Contact, the next book in my I-Team series. “Put your toes on the line and look up at the camera.” Panels flash bright, fluorescent light, then fade. I’ve already been...
