Hello everyone!
Sorry I haven’t posted in a bit—it’s been a month. I was in Hawaii, Alaska, Nevada and got Covid, all in September. It was my first round with Covid—and as odd as it sounds, it plugged straight into the theme I kept feeling everywhere: isolation.Hawaii
All three states were incredible, but Hawaii felt almost otherworldly. I swam with dolphins—looking down into blue water with no bottom in sight and watching six dolphins slip through the deep beside me. We also snorkeled close to shore, where I watched our guide dive about ten feet to free a fishing line from a coral head. That tiny act—pausing the tour to protect the reef—embodied the aloha spirit for me: community, care, connection, responsibility.
That’s the energy I felt collaborating with programs in Hawaii, too. But even paradise has fractures. Hawaii has one of the highest rates of homelessness among the states; in 2024 the rate reached 80.5 people per 10,000 residents (the top rate among states that year). On recent Point-in-Time counts, many counties reported majorities of people experiencing homelessness living unsheltered (e.g., Kauaʻi 88%, Hawaiʻi Island 72%).
And when it comes to prison education, distance compounds isolation. Many college-in-prison offerings are based on Oʻahu—and people serving longer sentences are often transferred to Saguaro Correctional Center in Arizona, thousands of miles from home, which has disrupted students’ progress. We also know that family connection and visitation are linked to better reentry outcomes and lower recidivism. So if you’re shipped from Hawaiʻi to Arizona, how do you keep that lifeline alive?
Alaska
Alaska held the same paradox, at a different scale. I took a long glacier boat tour—ice calving like thunder, seals sunning on floes, mountains breathing in the distance—and then met with community members to talk through local realities. The land is breathtaking; the distances are brutal. Kotzebue, for example, sits ~550 miles from Anchorage—no quick hop by road to see family. The sense of “if you live here, you’re one of ours” is strong; the logistics of staying connected are still hard.
Isolation isn’t abstract for me. During my incarceration—much of it during Covid—visits were cut. I thrive digitally; my social battery charges fine online. But without my family physically near, I felt hollow. I talked to my mom every day, and still felt it. (I’m acutely aware I was lucky she could keep my account funded. Many can’t.)
Covid (the bridge)
The week I got home from Alaska, I was supposed to join my FICGN FIELD cohort in Wisconsin to celebrate finishing our CNP course. Instead, Covid pinned me to bed with a 102° fever. And there, in that fog, it clicked: isolation isn’t just a feeling; it’s structural and relational. Whether you’re sick and stuck at home, living in a remote Alaskan village, or shipped from Hawaiʻi to Arizona, the question is the same: how do we stay connected when systems and geography push us apart?
Nevada
I had only a few days to recover before Nevada. We started in Reno. A formerly incarcerated person told me plainly: “I feel alone.” That landed. Jen Vega (The Community’s Operations Director) and I drove seven hours to Las Vegas—long stretches of empty desert. We stopped in Tonopah to tour the infamous Clown Motel (yes, of course we did), and then—boom—Vegas: neon and noise against a beautiful expanse of desert sky. Imagine being from a small town like Tonopah and getting sent to a Las Vegas facility—far from family, far from familiarity. In that contrast, I feel alone, too.
Disability turns isolation into a multiplier
People with disabilities are profoundly overrepresented in US prisons. Depending on definitions and measures:
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The Bureau of Justice Statistics found 38% of people in state and federal prisons reported at least one disability in 2016.
A 2022 analysis of the same dataset estimated roughly two-thirds (about 66%) of incarcerated people have a disability, including 40% with a psychiatric disability and 56% with a non-psychiatric disability.
Snapshot summaries echo the overrepresentation (e.g., ~40% in state prisons vs. ~15% in the general population).
Layer disability on top of distance, cost, and restrictive communication policies, and you don’t just get isolation—you get compounded exclusion.
What kept me going this month
Despite all this, September reminded me that connection pushes back. Dolphins in the vast ocean. A guide pausing to free a coral head. Glacier thunder and boat-deck conversations. Escape rooms won with friends. Program leaders and teachers showing up with heart. That’s where disability and justice begin: not with a form, but with people refusing to leave others alone.
Calls to action (what we can build—now)
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Keep people closer to home. Limit out-of-state transfers; when unavoidable, create continuity-of-education agreements so enrollment, credits, and accommodations follow the student.
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Subsidize connection. Make calls/video visits free or truly affordable; prioritize ADA-compliant platforms for Deaf/Hard-of-Hearing and other disabled people.
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Center disability access. Treat accommodations as essential infrastructure (interpreting, captioning, assistive tech, accessible testing/learning spaces), not add-ons.
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Build family-support pipelines. Protect visitation, transport assistance, and remote participation options, given the strong link between family contact and reentry success.
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Measure who’s included. Track disability participation and outcomes in every carceral education program, and close the gaps with resourcing—not rhetoric.
Where I’m headed
As Dolly sings in Travelin’ Thru, “I can’t tell you where I’m going”—but I know what I’m building toward. I’m gearing up for Stop the Stigma, our three-day conference focused 100% on incarceration, stigma, and disability. The lessons from Hawaii, Alaska, and Nevada—ocean-deep connection, last-frontier grit, and desert-bright resolve—are steering me there. Together, we’ll make sure isolation doesn’t get the final word.