A Glimpse of Clarity about Homelessness

Yesterday I had a moment of grace in my process of trying to find a new home. I’ve never had to look for a place to live when I’m not working.  And middle aged.  And bankrupt.  And broke.  And besieged by flashbacks and dissociation.  And very isolated, socially.  And pretty sure the source of income…

Marching to the Beat of a Different Drummer

It’s been an intense month or so for me.  Stu and Frieda, who I’ve lived with for quite a while, have sold their house. That leaves me looking for a new home.  As fate would have it, at the very same time I’ve learned that the rug may be about to be pulled out from…