Power of a prison-made meal

How an incarcerated trans woman feeds her neighbors

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By Christina Lynch

Twice a month, I set a table in my assigned living unit at the Georgia State Prison where I’m serving a sentence. With food purchased from the commissary and bartered from fellow prisoners working in the kitchens, I feed the entire dorm a hefty meal. 


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