- Paperback: 450 pages
- Publisher: Pajama Books (February 5, 2013)
- Language: English
- ISBN-10: 0615752640
- ISBN-13: 978-0615752648
- Product Dimensions: 6 x 1 x 9 inches
- Shipping Weight: 1.7 pounds (View shipping rates and policies)
- Average Customer Review: 2 customer reviews
- Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #6,565,423 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
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My Friends on Death Row: Voices Silenced One by One Paperback – February 5, 2013
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About the Author
I was born in Sanford, Maine, also home of Randy Brooks, the trumpeter band leader. Randy was my first best friend. I later wrote his biography, as told to me, titled, " A Door Will Open". I became interested in books at the age three. I had no advantages in my home such as magazines, books, or TV, which hadn't been invented yet. But I discovered H.D. Goodall Memorial Library. And I vowed to read every book there, telling my mother, "I won't grow up to be Stupid." I have one sister, Gloria, four children, Candy, Marty, Carlene, and Jason. I have ten grandchildren, and eleven great grand children, last count. As a child I was a loner. I studied people on the sideline of life. I became aware of prisoners as a teen. My home being anything but a happy place, I became sensitive to human suffering. I discovered the importance of mail to a prisoner. While unemployed, I earned a paralegal certificate. I worked with deaf children. I was one of nineteen selected to go to Gallaudet College in D.C. to study sign language, developmental psychology, and recreation. After a failed marriage, I moved into the woods off Indian Island Reservation. I remained in a rustic cabin for eighteen years. I had no central heating, or electricity. I wrote by candle light or kerosene lantern, whichever I could afford, to my prisoner friends. At the time I had fifty, scattered across the country. My focus was on the human beings on death row, not their offenses. I did not judge them. Vengeance is not mine. Pajama Lady