Days before sentencing every interaction and conversation was like the last. For me, it was. On December 7th, 2022, I…
Humans of San QuentinSeptember 25, 2025
If these words land with you, share them. Tell someone that people inside are living, dreaming, and changing. I am…
Humans of San QuentinSeptember 24, 2025
Someone once said “you grow where you are planted.” I was planted on a level four maximum-security prison, but I…
Humans of San QuentinSeptember 22, 2025
My mother, the queen of my universe, did everything she could to protect me from the negatives around us. I…
Humans of San QuentinSeptember 22, 2025
I carry the hurt of being treated as less than human. I want to leave this relationship, but I fear…
Humans of San QuentinSeptember 22, 2025
With five strikes now, I cannot stumble. I must grow up. 11 years and 4 strikes was the deal I…
Humans of San QuentinSeptember 15, 2025
We were once inseparable, but now we are locked up in separate prisons. Before we were inmates, we were just…
Humans of San QuentinSeptember 9, 2025
More than just relaxation, exercises like these keep me aware. I ignored the connection between my mental and physical health.…
Humans of San QuentinSeptember 9, 2025
Growing up in the mountains behind Santa Barbara could feel lonely, but they were full of adventure. My earliest memories…
Humans of San QuentinSeptember 9, 2025
