When 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…
Read moreMeet Travis 1. Meet Travis 2.
It seemed odd. In one week, I met two new friends, both named Travis. Meet Travis 1, Travis 2 Friend 1: It’s Friday afternoon. He says, “My name is Travis.…
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