If I’m Honest…

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…”

The Face of the Shelter

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”

Where Does Your Mind Go When the Wind Whips?

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?”