Mike Diago

1 month ago | saveur.com | Mike Diago

By Mike DiagoPublished on March 21, 2025The village of Haverstraw sits on the western shore of Haverstraw Bay, the widest part of the Hudson River, about 35 miles north of New York City.

1 month ago | ny.eater.com | Mike Diago

On Tonnelle Avenue in Jersey City, four lanes of traffic lurch under power lines, screeching and growling day and night, past a shuttered auto body shop covered in faded graffiti, a cargo truck repair facility, and a liquor store. It’s all cinder block structures until the corner of Manhattan Avenue, named Mario Costa Plaza. There, a white-paneled, circular building with a dotted red crown looks like it could light up and lift off into outer space — White Mana Diner.

1 month ago | bittmanproject.com | Mike Diago

A few winters ago, I went rabbit hunting in Westerlo, NY, with my friend Paul, who I’ve known since seventh grade. It’s not like deer hunting, where, as I understand it, you sit still and wait. To hunt rabbits, you pace through bramble and open woods with your rifle in shooting position until you spot one. We spent hours doing this over frost and ice. It was tedious. Eventually, Paul, a lifelong hunter (and, as I learned that day, prolific gun collector), shot three.

2 months ago | sentientmedia.org | Mike Diago

This article was originally published at The Bittman Project. The first time Kelton O’Connor approached the gates of a prison, he saw the glinting barbed wire and the surveillance tower gunmen against the blue California sky, and his heart pounded in anticipation. Just a toddler, he hadn’t seen his mother for a year—not since she was taken at gunpoint from their apartment by federal agents—and now, peering through his grandmother’s car window, he could finally see where she’d been living.

Jan 16, 2025 | bittmanproject.com | Mike Diago

The first time Kelton O’Connor approached the gates of a prison, he saw the glinting barbed wire and the surveillance tower gunmen against the blue California sky, and his heart pounded in anticipation. Just a toddler, he hadn’t seen his mother for a year—not since she was taken at gunpoint from their apartment by federal agents—and now, peering through his grandmother’s car window, he could finally see where she’d been living.