I had pushed myself to get through my final year at Georgetown.
For various reasons I felt utterly disconnected from my family and friends back home, who were struggling with their own problems.
I was the girl who had always known what she wanted, the girl who was finally going to make her family proud, but I felt my drive and ambition draining away.
I no longer had to push myself to maintain a full-time job and a decent GPA and good social standing, so I swung to the other extreme.
I stayed up late writing or reading or just thinking, and slept in until I felt like getting up.
I dyed my hair green and I cursed in front of children and I showed up late for work at Subway.
But in the spring of 2006, Justin came back into my life with a phone call from my mother.
The summer after I graduated from college in 2007, I moved back to Delaware and drifted along the couches and floors of family and friends.
A pen pal can project all of her hopes and dreams on an inmate who wants nothing more than to be a repository of those desires, Conner explains.
My attraction to an inmate mate is not so unusual, either. With seven people out of every 1,000 incarcerated, the U. has the highest number of inmates in the world—even though crime has steadily fallen in the United States since the ’60s.
I never really had to figure out how he would treat me after a bad day at work, or whether we would fight over money or our in-laws.
How much can you ever really know about another person, anyway?
He’d describe a fight he’d witnessed and poker games with his new cellmate.