Homeless

Home is where the heart is, or so they say. But what if your heart is stuck wandering around, lost, with no sense of direction?  Read More »

Most of my life I've been in Atlanta and I'd never really interacted with the homeless. The closest I came would be walking to Braves games and see one person playing his bucket drums and 10 feet further another would be playing a sax for money. (So when I was little I thought I'd be a cool musician like them and play for Braves fans, now I'm a percussionist)  Read More »

You are fifteen and you are in love. You are all the things a fifteen-year-old usually is when in love. You are wide-eyed and hopeful. You are single-minded and not to be convinced that he is not The One. You are also terrified, cold, lost, and confused, because up until tonight, when you felt you would burst if you didn’t tell someone how you feel about him, you had a home. But then you told your parents that you are head over heels in love with another boy. Now you live on the street.
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I love my city--it is clean and on the forefront, dotted with art and spotted with singular architecture, filled with bankers, politicians, writers, artists, and complete with efficient and plentiful services for all of her residents.  Read More »

While attending school this fall I found myself unemployed and attending night classes. I had a hard time finding a new job after several days of searching, and went to the local day labor location. There was the potential for 6.75 an hour, the local minimum wage, for challenging physical labor.  Read More »

I find it so fascinating how everyone thinks that since someone is homeless, they must have done something, like drugs or alcohol, to get that way. It's not true. 49% of homeless people is women, children, and families, and only 26% are substance abusers.  Read More »

Hypocricy: crying out about Darfur and Kenya while avoiding eye contact and crossing the road to purposely ignore the homeless man sitting on the sidewalk asking for change. Or maybe he's just sitting there.

I know, I know. Darfur and Kenya are far away.  Read More »

Reflections on ‘The Walls’, by Rebecca Solnit  Read More »