When I was working and living in the prison system, I noticed — more than I ever had before — a distinct lack of curiosity amongst both the incarcerated and
When I was working and living in the prison system, I noticed — more than I ever had before — a distinct lack of curiosity amongst both the incarcerated and
I still can’t warm to the probation officer. It’s not personal, most likey, but, rather, situational. I don’t know anything about him as a person. But, then again, I don’t
I’m still bewildered by what passes for news anymore. Or, if I understand that something is news, I remain befuddled over how and why it got to be news in
I, by the way, cribbed that title from French philosopher Jean Baudrillard. I used to teach that idea as a kind of fascinating thought experiment, but emerging from prison into
I never got around to adding a post last week. There were multiple things I wanted to talk about, but I couldn’t get my desires out through my fingers. That’s
I have never been to Sweden. I wouldn’t mind going, particularly since I have met some bomb-ass (as we say in prison) Swedes in my day, but that trip won’t
When I wrote about the salisbury steak option for prison dinner a few months ago, I mentioned that it was a substitution for meatloaf on the Bureau of Prisons menu.
It’s not a sad shock that some prison doctor in Arkansas was, in seems, an early adopter or ivermectin as a quack COVID-19 treatment. Given the level of general competence
I couple months back I posted about The Washington Post and the article it ran about federal inmates’ prison accounts. You can (re)read that post here if you like. Well,
Since I have been out from behind the razor wire, I have taken to making bread a couple times a month. I’m not your home baker who weighs and kneads