Happiness. It's relative.
Women in the kitchen. More specifically, women in the kitchen who are stirring the soup or shredding the carrots or opining about the doneness of the roast. Or in another iteration, women in the kitchen who are packaging meals for people who are homeless.… Continue Reading “Women in the Kitchen”
Every now and then, on no particular schedule, when I think I should or when I feel the need for total immersion in a task that is immediate and elemental, I do meal prep. Meal prep is what Street Angels calls preparing and packaging… Continue Reading “The Peculiar Zen of Meal Prep”
I’ve spent the last year hanging around people who hug you like they mean it. And it’s softened me up. So I get what that does for people who are homeless. God, it is a relief not to be judged. To have people be… Continue Reading “99 New: True Value”
I went to a big veterans breakfast this morning because Street Angels, the organization I work with, was getting an award. There were maybe 150 veterans there, most very old and most white men. They represented a dozen veterans organizations – the Marine Corps… Continue Reading “99 New: Flagging”
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