Though my flight from San Francisco was only a little over an hour to Palm Springs, turbulence plagued the last 15 minutes. As I gripped both arm rests, wondering if this might be where it all ends, I scolded myself for not having made friends with the guy next to me. He might be the last person I see. I should at least know his name. I silently protested: “I’m not ready to go yet. It’s not time!” I heard a small child cry: “Mooom, I don’t like this!” Kid, we are on the same page.
A couple of weeks ago, it surprised me to hear Attorney General Eric Holder say: “Too many Americans go to too many prisons for far too long, and for no truly good law-enforcement reason.” I wholeheartedly agree. I’m not a fan of our prison system; it’s broken.