Happiness. It's relative.
I’ve spent the last few weeks trying to convince people to give my little organization, Time of the Month Club, money to buy homeless women tampons and pads which, once used, will be heaved into some landfill along with disposable diapers and other unpleasant… Continue Reading “Unconditional Soup”
“This feels like homeless porn,” I said to the other women in the outreach van. It felt like all those pictures of the ruination of Detroit, the desolation of its once ornate and grand places, the degradation of churches and train stations. Whole magazines… Continue Reading “Eye of the Beholder”
Tell the kids to come home It’s dark out there There are cars driving fast And people with guns Tell the kids to come home Sit still on the couch Listen for the army And hold their breath Tell the kids to come home… Continue Reading “Curfew in Milwaukee”
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