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Toward the end of a weekend trailer visit to my incarcerated father in New York State in 1992, when I was 12, I had an emotional meltdown and not for the first time. Trailer visits are occasional overnight accommodations provided to family members of people serving long sentences who’ve kept a good disciplinary record. On that particular weekend, I’d brought a stack of homework that I had to complete before school on Monday. We’d had a couple of happy days together, cooking epic meals of fresh vegetables, tofu, and brown rice, playing chess and cards, watching movies even as I refused his advice to do my homework the whole time. (Sound familiar?) On the second and last night, I ha
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In New York prisons, widespread package room complaints go unresolved
Nabeeha Anwar | Illustration Editor
Package room complaints ranged from missing and spoiled packages to “abuse of power” by package room staff.
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Seven months after the coronavirus pandemic hit Sing Sing Correctional Facility, a committee of incarcerated people met with administrators to discuss what was going wrong.
First on the agenda was the spotty TV programs. Second was the damaged packages. Then the committee repeated a request they had made two months earlier: security cameras in the package room.
At the previous meeting in August, the committee said package room procedures were a “growing concern” at the all-men’s maximum-security prison in Westchester County, records show. Food started to spoil as packages were held for up to a week. Items went missing after staff checked boxes for contraband. Earlier in the summer, as a COVID-19 outbreak swept thro
A Certain Hunger, went to the place we,
Bon Appétit, and I, writer lady, never go. A place where sex and food entwine so grossly and explicitly that it makes you laugh, scream, and need a drink as stiff as this innuendo. This book is crazy. You have to read it.
The premise is: An esteemed old-school restaurant critic loves to kill the men she sleeps with. And eat them. (We’re talking about a pair of braised butt cheeks ”roast rump” here and a skinned tongue there, not like the whole bod. She also cooks them straight-up gourmet: A lover’s liver is turned into pâté and spread on Tuscan toast.) The book made me.hungry? How? Maybe I have some soul-searching to do.