Happiness. It's relative.
Last night on homeless outreach, a young woman came out from under a bridge. She was dressed in shorts, a camisole, and shower shoes with white athletic socks and had a thin blanket around her shoulders which she held tight to her chest as… Continue Reading “Last Night on Outreach”
On the bus last night, doing outreach to homeless people in our town, bundling up hot meals in plastic bags, forgetting sometimes to include a fork because I always make at least one error when I am doing this work, I loved my colleagues… Continue Reading “I Know My Place”
I’ve spent the last year hanging around people who hug you like they mean it. And it’s softened me up. So I get what that does for people who are homeless. God, it is a relief not to be judged. To have people be… Continue Reading “99 New: True Value”
“This feels like homeless porn,” I said to the other women in the outreach van. It felt like all those pictures of the ruination of Detroit, the desolation of its once ornate and grand places, the degradation of churches and train stations. Whole magazines… Continue Reading “Eye of the Beholder”