If I’m honest, then I must admit that I used to look down my nose at people who needed Section 8…now I need it. If I’m honest, then I must admit that I had preconceived notions of who the homeless were…now I’m they. If I’m honest, then I must admit that I used to thinkContinue reading “If I’m Honest…”
As some (or all of you, if you’ve been paying attention!) know, Children #’s 2, 3, 4, and I are currently residing in a homeless shelter. It isn’t bad. It’s not ideal, of course, but at least we have our own room and bathroom. There is a kitchen that we share with several other rooms. Continue reading “The Face of the Shelter”
Hello? Are you there? I can’t see you! Where are you? Why must I face it in loneliness? Where have you all gone? Fair weather or foul, I am here. Where are you?
One of the first things I think of when the cold wind whips through the trees, is that I’m so very grateful for my warm home. Yes, I know it is not perfect. It may be very small, but it is not open to the elements. When the cold snow is swirling in the streetlightsContinue reading “Where Does Your Mind Go When the Wind Whips?”