Rehabilitation and Breaking the Cycle of Intergenerational Incarceration
Silhouette of mother and child by a fence at sunset (Adobe Stock) By Heather C. Jarvis / Prism Reports My youngest daughter, Annalaya, has only ever known me as a voice on the phone. She was 5 months old when I got incarcerated nearly a decade ago. She calls me “mommy,” but I have never been physically present in her life. I’ve mailed her presents but never witnessed her blow out her birthday candles. I’ve never witnessed her slurp spaghetti, pick up toys, or skip excitedly through school doors