I officially start back to school next week. That means I will be held accountable for my writing. What it really means, is that I will have to get off my buns and do some stuff that makes me uncomfortable. Before me, the meat and potatoes of this manuscript, is hospice and death row. The latter doesn't make me as squeamish as the first. I sent in a request to a prison in Texas to interview their Chaplain. Hopefully they will approve this. I am so curious to see what this man or woman has to say. They are the only person to offer comfort in an inmates final minutes. Whether he is requested to be there or not, he is. He will give last rights, hold their hand, or simply remain silent. What a powerful thing.