My sister is in jail.
Bethany...small and quiet, smart enough to make anyone feel truly uncomfortable, and she is without toothpaste until tomorrow...She is without everything.

I can't dip down and take her out, take her away. She belongs to San Diego County until October 25, 2009. I can only send her books and letters. Believe me, I will. But I am in pain for her. I don't feel pain that much anymore...for her, though, it flourishes.

She went to law school. She is normal. She is in a cell. She's completely without resources. I can't have that. I can't have her without...
She deserves to do the time. She did a legitimate crime but I can't sleep knowing she's totally vulnerable as a target. She's so small...

She's my big sister. I can't protect her. I can just send her letters.
Now, more than ever, I want my words to be the strongest I could ever make them be.