Prison Was the Last Place I Thought I’d Find Something to be Grateful For

A piece on Gratitude, taken from my memoir, “Blank Canvas, How I Reinvented My Life After Prison”:

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I step outside, my hands full of books, journals, and a cup of coffee. It’s a balancing act, one I’ve gotten pretty good at. The fall air feels good on my face, wakes me up. It’s quiet. The birds aren’t even…