A Mother's Cry Blog – August 2026 The Summers They Never Get Back Summer has always been the season of memories. Family vacations. Cookouts. Road trips. Swimming pools. Grandchildren running through sprinklers. Late evenings on the porch. Parents taking pictures that will one day become family history. For most families, summer is measured in moments. For families separated by incarceration, it is measured in what never happened. Every year around this time, I find myself thi

At A Mother's Cry, we believe freedom begins long before release. Freedom Beyond the Walls Finding Hope When Your Loved One Is Incarcerated When most people hear the word freedom, they immediately think about open prison gates, release dates, and coming home. Families like ours think about those things too. We long for the embrace we've waited years to receive. We dream about birthdays celebrated together, family dinners, grandchildren climbing into their father's lap, and ho

Why A Mother's Cry Supports and Advocates for Fathers and Sons! When people hear the name A Mother's Cry, they often assume our work begins and ends with mothers. While mothers remain at the heart of our mission, the truth is that every incarcerated person belongs to a family. They are sons. Many are fathers. They are brothers, uncles, husbands, and mentors. This month, as we recognize Father's Day, I want to speak about a group of people whose voices are often overlooked: f

By Rev. Jamesina Greene A Mother’s Cry | The Redeeming Marketplace Ministries There are some truths that sit heavy in the spirit. This is one of them. April is National Child Abuse Prevention Month , and while many will acknowledge it with statistics, campaigns, and symbolic gestures, I feel compelled to pause and say what is often left unsaid: Too many of our children are not safe. Not in their homes. Not in their schools. Not in systems designed to protect them. And far too

Keep Hope Alive! A Liberation Theology Reflection: Rev. Jesse Jackson and the Gospel of Justice The transition of Rev. Jesse Jackson invites us not merely to remember a man, but to revisit a theology — a living witness to the truth that faith must confront injustice and that God stands with the oppressed. Liberation theology teaches that God is not neutral in the face of suffering. God is found among the marginalized, the overlooked, the imprisoned, and the poor. Rev. Jackso

They told us to wait. To be patient. To understand that systems take time. But no one ever asks a mother how long a heartbeat can hold its breath. A Mother’s Cry is not noise. It is not hysteria. It is not weakness dressed in grief. It is love standing upright in rooms where power hoped it would kneel. It is truth spoken without permission to systems that learned how to punish before they learned how to listen. We are told justice is complicated. That reform is slow. That pr

For those of us with incarcerated loved ones, the end of the year does not arrive quietly. It announces itself with reflection, reckoning, and remembrance. It signals another year gone by without them—another year of visits measured in minutes, voices heard through phones, and love expressed across distance and steel. Though the world invites us to be jovial about the coming New Year, many of us battle a grief that doesn’t easily lift with fireworks or resolutions. We smile w

There are images that do not need explanation. A father standing in shadow. Bars between him and the light. Children running freely in the distance — laughing, growing, becoming. That image is not symbolic for me. It is lived experience. When Byron was sentenced, his sons were under a year old . Still babies. Still needing to be held, kissed, reassured. In that courtroom, as his future was sealed, the judge refused to allow him to hold or kiss his children goodbye . No mercy

As we close out 2025, we are reminded of the trials and tribulations that mothers—especially those of incarcerated children—have endured this year. From governmental upheaval to health crises, from the grief of losing loved ones to the harsh realities of the prison system, it has been a year of enduring pain and unwavering strength. Yet, despite it all, we are here. We are standing tall. We are thriving. This year, A Mother's Cry has witnessed incredible resilience in the fac

"Momma's Boys" Somewhere along the way, the term “momma’s boy” became an insult. A weapon. A whisper people use when they want to question a boy’s strength, independence, or masculinity. And honestly? I don’t understand it. As a mother of sons, I have always wanted my boys to be close to me. To feel safe. To share their thoughts without hesitation. To know that their mother’s presence is a refuge, not a prison. Yet when people say, “He’s a momma’s boy,” it’s spoken like a d

A Pain That Isn't Addressed by a Greeting Card The holidays were never designed for separation. They were built for gathering, for warmth, for the sound of laughter in rooms that feel too quiet now. And yet—every year—countless families across this nation enter this season with a loved one behind bars, trying to balance celebration with sorrow, light with heaviness, hope with heartbreak. For families of the incarcerated, the holidays stretch differently. Time slows. Memorie

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PRESS STATEMENT — FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE A Mother’s Cry September 26, 2025 I watched the video from Parkside High School, here in...

BYRON SPEAKS ON SLEEP DEPRIVATION AND SURVIVAL IN PRISON No Rest Behind the Wall: Byron Speaks on Sleep Deprivation and Survival in...

The second day of school, and already the headlines read: “Student arrested for bringing a loaded handgun to school.” Disturbing, yes....

By Jamesina E. Greene | A Mother’s Cry There is a cry that echoes through the prison walls, past the razor wire, and into the heart of...

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Today, I officially became a Candidate of the Democratic Party for the Democratic Central Committee in Wicomico County, MD. This...