Open Letter to the Unhoused in My City
Dear Person in a Tent on the Sidewalk… Dear Person Huddled Under a Tarp Beneath a Building Overhang… Dear Person…
Dear Person in a Tent on the Sidewalk… Dear Person Huddled Under a Tarp Beneath a Building Overhang… Dear Person…
It’s Thursday. This morning I forced myself to take a shower. For the past 11 months, I’ve been semi-consciously showering…
Irish and I live in a state that pays a redemption fee for cans and bottles. There are designated bottle…
Last year on Christmas, I woke up in an old, drafty RV that my husband and I had called “home”…
When you’re homeless and trying to live something even close to a normal life, the costs are surprisingly high. Staying…
Homelessness is a traumatic event. Anyone who’s gone through it knows this is true. The trauma of being homeless doesn’t…
A year ago when Irish and I were desperately trying not to be homeless anymore, all I could think of…
Fall 2022 This was a tweet I sent to the public transportation system in the city where we live. At…
August 31, 2023 Today is the first rainy day that feels like fall in the city – the day most…
September 2022 It was a simple note, written in ballpoint pen on a sheet of notebook paper. My hands were…