Mary Has One Good Hand
A Monday meal delivery brings me face-to-face with Mary, a homeless friend who is living with profound loss and now has only one good hand.
Read moreWhen Grace Catches Us as We Fall
Sometimes I want to give up. I see the long line stretching in the Alabama heat—people standing for hours, waiting for three afternoons a week just to get a free…
Read moreWhen You Can’t Repay
On a cold day a few weeks earlier, I sneaked her a little box of chocolates (these are just for you!) because I think every woman needs chocolate, right? I…
Read moreWhere’s the Book Inside You?
We ran into each other again at Manna House on a Wednesday afternoon. It’s where we usually see each other. Cowboy and I first met in his homeless camp. From…
Read moreFirst you listen. Then you act.
She says it aloud to no one in particular, “I need a ride home.” I ask her when she needs to leave. She says after she talks to Mrs F.…
Read moreSometimes You Do Nothing
You can count on this: If it’s a horribly hot day—or a bitter cold day—our public library will fill up. With people who are unhoused. With those who have nowhere…
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