Somewhere along the line, my babies who needed me for everything, from sleeping to eating to diaper changes to constant cuddles, they grew into these little people who talk to me and each other and friends and strangers, who ask for things and love school and play make-believe and try to be independent.
When our sentences end, people with criminal records are expected to return home and begin to support our families and selves. When I got out of jail, I started the hard work of rebuilding. I applied to over 60 jobs, but nobody would hire me. Broadly excluding workers with criminal records makes no sense.