It’s been two weeks since I arrived at camp. The facility is full, housing around 255 inmates. The population seems split roughly in half: about 50% are here for drug charges (mostly intent to distribute), and the other half, like me, are white-collar offenders....
I stood in a cage, watching guards hurry down the hall. Two identical empty cages flanked mine. “Strip!” one of the guards yelled. They were serious, their voices laced with disgust. Fear stripped my clothes off quickly. Most SHU inmates are being punished. The guards...
I heard life is just a series of rooms you’re in with different people. That best describes my first day. I arrived at FCI Cumberland at 11:00 a.m. The letter detailing my self-surrender said to report to the satellite camp at 2 p.m., but I was told to get there...
Tonight is my last night in this house—my beautiful home of nine years, five of which have been spent under house arrest. It’s surreal to think about how long I’ve been here, confined to this space, yet safe in it. Tomorrow night, I’ll be in a hotel, and the next day,...
With only five days left until I go in, last night’s farewell dinner at Tre Bella Italian Restaurant was exactly what I needed. It’s one of my favorite spots, and being surrounded by my closest friends reminded me how much love and support I have in my life, even as I...
Today was exhausting—but productive. I rented a U-Haul and tackled the overwhelming task of cleaning out my 6,000-square-foot house, the one the government is seizing. After hours of packing, lifting, and walking up and down stairs (at least 30 trips!), I’ve managed...
