Welcome to Bee Sides
short reflections on justice, hope, and the human spirit
This series is a corner of our blog where I gather books, stories, and unexpected moments that linger long after the first glance.
Most will tie back to incarceration, justice, and the quiet fight for dignity. But sometimes? Itβll simply be whatever refuses to let go. The echoes that stay with me. Because thatβs what Bee Sides are for.
Let me know what youβre reading, watching, or wondering about. Maybe itβll make the next issue.
This oneβs about holes in the wall, agile mindsets, and not knowing what youβre doing until you do.
Thereβs a shelf Iβve been meaning to hang for weeks.
Okay months.
Hanging a shelf is like building a support system, it takes planning, the right anchors, and the patience to start over when it all crumbles.
The instructions were simple, and Iβm reasonably handy. But somehow, despite good intentions, careful planning, and a decent drill and level… I still got it wrong.
More than once.
What started as a small project turned into a full-blown architectural battle with my wall. I patched holes. I repainted. I watched youtube videos. I made peace with the mess and tried again.
While prepping for another go at it, I went to buy a new can of wall texture spray because the one I found in the garage had lost its will to live and just spit out clumps like a grumpy llama.
My local Ace only had giant cans, enough to texture the Taj Mahal. I asked if they had smaller ones.
The clerk said no, then offered this:
βUse the whole can. It wonβt last anyway. Spray it in the corners. Baseboards. Gaps. Anywhere. Keep critters out. Just use it upβ
Um ….
What?
I nodded. I smiled. I did not ask follow-up questions.
Iβm still not sure what she thought was in the can.
Foam? Spackle?
Rat poison?
I walked out thinking: this is how most advice works.
Part experience, part imagination, and just enough misplaced confidence to keep you from trying it.
Eventually, I got it done.
And even better: itβs level. Perfectly level.
But let’s zoom in a little. There she is. That one recalcitrant screw. That’s as far as I can get her. Sheβs giving βI tried my best with what I hadβ energy.
And that uncommitted wall anchor in the background? A ghost of methods past.
And yet, the shelf? She’s solid.
And ... isnβt that just life? If thatβs not a metaphor for advocacy and DIY perseverance, I donβt know what is.
It reminded me of something Rick said years ago, back when he was still inside and coaching me through the early days of Adopt an Inmate. I had to redo something Iβd built that wasnβt working.
βThat’s called agile methodology,β he said.
It’s a good thing, he told me.
(My) translation:
βThat was a shitty way to do it. Letβs try something else.β
Weβre taught to equate mistakes with failure.
But growth? Growth is drywall dust and painter’s tape and trying again with better anchors.
Eventually, I finished the job. Here’s the βafterβ photo that hides the errant screw completely.
And hereβs the thing: behind every picture-perfect space, thereβs always a recalcitrant screw.
Something unsightly but functional, and only you know the backstory.
And thatβs okay. Maybe itβs even the point.
Behind the shelf, there are holes I patched.
Behind the polish, there’s a mess I worked through.
And behind the level bubbleβ¦ there’s a lesson.
Success isnβt about doing something perfectly.
Itβs about making just enough wrong decisions to land in the right place.
Coming Soon Sometime: Shelf Life, Part II
Now that the wall is patched and the shelf is steady, what deserves to live there?
(An essay on curation, memory, and the weight of beautiful things.)
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