Confessions: How can we talk about character and ethics?

The Oklahoma County Courthouse facade,  facing Park Avenue in  Oklahoma City, Okla.  Several role plays in the new prison curriculum lacked realism, she said . And she wanted to know how I got a job writing character-training material for prisoners. It was family day  for the faith and character pods at the Oklahoma Department of Corrections’ Mabel Basset Correctional Center. She had a tear tattooed in the corner of her eye, and I had a feeling her...balogna...meter was finely tuned. The DOC had contracted with my then employer, Character First, to see whether character-based programming could―in connection with anger-management, cognitive behavior change, and other programming―change the culture for long-term prisoners. Apparently it was obvious I didn't have much experience in prison. But her question triggered two questions in my mind. First, on what basis can we talk about ethics? Because we talked about various character qualities―aspects of personal integrity―we had to giv

Confessions: Mother

Home and flower garden in La Roche-sur-Yon, France. She was my universe and touched my needy life, ope’d windows to my heart and embryonic mind. All living worlds then lay veil’d in mist, but she spoke colors for the birds that twittered in the trees. With open hand she held and taught me how to trust, even when I climbed trees she didn’t want to watch. My mind its passion learned because she loved the truth; my heart its reason drew from her sensibility. Now from a wider view, her mother, father passed, I see another truth: Mother was a child too. So now I share this love in somewhat halting verse in words I wouldn’t have had she not loved me first. Contents § Next