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Recommended Reading

American Child, Mexican Prisoner:  Casa By the Sea http://www.therealcasa.blogspot.com This is an excellent survivor blog with real journal entries and letters home.  Beautifully written, this blog offers a unique look into the mind of a teenager struggling to come to terms with their imprisonment in a Mexican WWASP facility. A Life Gone Awry http://www.alifegoneawry.com/ Free […]

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Memoir Excerpt – Part Three

Memoir Excerpt – C. Kapela © We had another half-hour on the field before group therapy.  As we walked our laps silently, I thought about what treatment had meant to me before Tranquility Bay.  My father used to work in the juvenile justice system and my mother suffered from severe mood disorders and anxiety.  They believed […]

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Memoir Excerpt – Part Two

Memoir Excerpt – C. Kapela © Ms. B unlocked a white wooden shed filled with tennis shoes. Most were deteriorated and rotten from weathering too many humid summers.  I saw my own and all I could think about was home.  I rarely wore sneakers but had purchased these a month before. They were still pristine, having […]

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Memoir Excerpt

© Chelsea Kapela – Excerpt from Upcoming Memoir When I arrived, instead of my typical private session, my parents were both there.  The social worker shut the door.  Everyone was crying.  I knew what was happening, what was next.  They wanted me to talk about my rape.  I refused.  The counselor pulled out a brochure […]

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Share Your Story!

Welcome to the WWASP Diaries! Its great to see so many readers visiting the site and we have started to receive some story submissions as well! If you have a long story or essay you’d like to share and don’t mind having it published on the blog, please e-mail it to wwwaspdiaries@gmail.com. We’ve also included […]

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Reflections on Tranquility Bay

A Poem Keep your eyes cast down, for there are foxes in our midst. Dream of the future, never dwell on the past. Line up, line up.  Eyes low, face blank. You bought me the book on non-conformity. How can you force me to be like everyone else? Across a mountain, an ocean, a country, […]

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