The Taste of Loneliness
Summer 2022 For me, loneliness tastes like a peanut butter and honey sandwich. A few months after we left the…
Summer 2022 For me, loneliness tastes like a peanut butter and honey sandwich. A few months after we left the…
Fall 2022 This was a tweet I sent to the public transportation system in the city where we live. At…
Late February was the one-year anniversary of Irish, Barney, and I moving into the apartment that has become a home…
Starting a business while homeless is rarely a choice — it’s often the last option left when traditional jobs are…
September 2022 It was a simple note, written in ballpoint pen on a sheet of notebook paper. My hands were…
Homelessness is a traumatic event. Anyone who’s gone through it knows this is true. The trauma of being homeless doesn’t…
Irish and I are speaking again. We actually made up a few hours after I published my last post. It’s…
Irish is on Day 3 of going through nicotine withdrawals. He woke up on Sunday morning, announced it was going…
A year ago when Irish and I were desperately trying not to be homeless anymore, all I could think of…
You know what’s not overrated? A nice, simple (boring, even) life… It’s safe to say that when they were handing…