My name is Deborah Nicholls. I am a married 42 year old from Northern Michigan. I have seven brothers and sisters, and a college education. I love all things art and crafts. I have a talent for painting with watercolors: my latest being a series of seven lighthouses. I never had a criminal record, I used to own and run two businesses in the Colorado Springs area for about ten years. I now have three life sentences. In March of 2003, while I was at work, my house caught on fire, and my three beautiful children (J.J., 11, Sophia, 5, and Sierra Mae, 3) died, and my husband though critically injured, survived. Five years later an overzealous DA decided to blame my husband and me, they said we planned it for drug money, which is an outright lie. One I never thought people would believe. The cause and origin of that fire was never even determined. They said there was an accelerant used, it was determined that there was not. The DA, the newspaper, the insurance company, and the fire department exploited the death of my children. Each with their own agenda. I was called a monster and a druggie. I am now serving three life sentences without parole. I have been in prison for seven years. They were wrong and I can prove it. I am waiting for my chance to do that. I accept all forms of prayer.
Deborah Nicholls explains the meaning of love in prison.
Deborah Nicholls shares her anecdotes for life in prison through a series of stories.
Nicholls continues her poetry series, Consider this writing about the challenges of forgiving yourself.