Explore my journey through incarceration with a unique collection of daily journals and in-depth book reports. Each entry offers a raw, personal perspective, transforming moments of confinement into reflections of growth and resilience.
Super Bowl Sunday in prison, or "the Big House" as we call it, is always a tense time. Rumors fly that guards will use any excuse to lock us down, cutting off TV access and preventing us from watching the game. This year, despite a few surprise searches, we managed to...
We've made several important updates to the site to make it easier for you to support and communicate with Larry: Larry’s Prison ID has been added, and you can find it [here]. New ways to contribute to his commissary are now available. Communication options have...
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...
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...
I first read The Old Man and the Sea two years ago during the middle of my house arrest. At the time, I was dealing with the constant weight of unpaid bills and an unhappy wife. The struggle felt endless—each day was its own battle, and I never knew what would come...
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...
Today was one of those days that hits you in waves. It’s Saturday, January 11th, and I just finished cleaning my house—probably for the last time. I've always taken a lot of pride in keeping my house spotless. Every week, I sweep, mop, and get everything looking...