Part 1Part 2Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Tuesday night, while the kids were getting ready for bed, April appeared again. She was making a trade, her bike with the busted tire for one that worked. The guy she traded with waited nearby at a distance for her to bring […]
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I went out for ice ceam and came back with a homeless woman – Part 5
Part 1Part 2Part 3 Part 4 While it was still daylight I started to pack up April’s things. I did my best to be respectful of her property, just putting things in paper bags rather than sort through or look at anything. In 4 nights she had really moved in […]
Read MoreI went out for ice cream and came back with a homeless woman – Part 4
Part 1Part 2Part 3 After the first day or two, whenever April was awake, she was rifling through this gigantic stack of cards that she had and writing in them and addressing them to her kids. She put in photos she had of herself with the new baby as well. […]
Read MoreI went out for ice cream and came back with a homeless woman – Part 3
Part 1Part 2 Soon after I returned home the police had let April go. However, she had by then forgotten my address and had wandered a while trying to find me. So I invited her inside, and offered her something to eat. While I heated leftovers she sat at my […]
Read MoreI went out for ice cream and came back with a homeless woman – Part 2
Part 1 April is far from the first homeless person I ever tried to befriend. My dad used to invite people to stay in our basement. For several years in college I lived in his big old house downtown as he filled the rest of the rooms with alcoholics, drug […]
Read MoreI went out for ice cream and came back with a homeless woman.
I would never have seen her if I hadn’t gone to get ice cream. Aaron was doing that thing he does at night after the kids are in bed where he wanders the kitchen, opening and closing things and then walking away. So I asked if I could get him […]
Read MoreSome More Thoughts on Poverty
In my last post On Having Stuff I talked about the type of mental poverty inherent in holding onto stuff you don’t need, because you fear you might need it later. In this post please bear with me as I put on my professional hat. As a person who works […]
Read MoreOn having stuff
I was talking to a friend on Sunday about how tight our finances are. It’s at the point where I know exactly how many days grace period each company we get bills from allows before they charge a late fee, because there is nothing in reserve, and Aaron’s payment schedule […]
Read MoreThe shorter version
It’s been a crazy week. I have this one idea for a post that I keep trying to write in the wee small hours of the morning, and falling asleep over. I had an unexpected guest and spent a lot of time trying to find her the care she needed. […]
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