During the time that I was incarcerated, I often wondered how the food packages that my girlfriend Alma sent me every month would arrive so quickly, sometimes even on the same day they were mailed out.

For a long time I never questioned her about this, just being thankful to receive the packages and happy that she cared enough to keep sending them. But one day, as we spoke on the phone, my curiosity led me to ask her about it. “What are you doing?” I said jokingly. “Fucking the mailman?”

There was a long silence. Now Alma and I always had a very open and honest relationship, to the point where we could tell each other anything and everything. But I admit I was thrown for a loop when she finally answered, “Yes, I am, actually.”

When I recovered from my initial surprise, I found that I wasn’t really all that... Read More