Crises without End
I’m in trouble. Not again. Still. What changes is the amplitude. It is modulated. Only a few percent.I’ve never known when it wasn’t this way. The AIDS pandemic, doesn’t have to be this way. I don’t...
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I found her.
i was out looking at public housing and had to go to the bathroom. The Station is one of the few places where the restroom doesn’t have a dress code. As i entered the waiting room, i noticed a familiar...
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Colleagues
Res ipsa loquiturMillions more morttgages are in the ‘foreclosure pipeline’. President Obama’s ‘rescue plan’ provides help to only those almost able to make their payments by themselves. There will be...
View ArticleGlorious Night
I have not had one since I came inside. I had several glorious nights outside. Social Worker Deux reminded me. One night turned out to be the most glorious night of the year. There was a scattered...
View ArticleSeeking Arthur: The Oppressive Routinization of Outreach
[This one is going to be extremely hard. It will change quite a lot for a while. You are more than welcome to watch me struggle with it, if you care.]Outreach is a subspecialty of the trade of social...
View Articlei found her again.
This happened a while ago, but i need to catch up on it.i had not been to St. Francis House in a while. There had a been a shooting. That’s euphemism. There was a murder. But that’s what drew me there....
View ArticleCapitalism sucks, but always do your homework.
Longtimers at the Shelter all love Ray. He was a semi-invalid when I first met him. He quickly became an invalid. He was quite clearly in a lot of pain. I never saw the sweet and funny side, but I can...
View ArticleA Woman named Books.
She has red hair. Or least she did when I last saw her three years ago. She was on the street, but she cleaned up good. I liked to look at her. She asked me not too. “I’m not having sex with any...
View ArticleMeeting Arthur
Arthur is a nomad, like many of the people he works with. He is also a L.I.C.S.W. I met him at Bread and Jams. I had been going there for a while and felt compelled to comment on the staff, especially...
View ArticleCeltic Ink
She sits across the table from him at the Bone Pain, her elbows on the table. She leans toward him as she speaks. It is important. She is earnest. Her long blonde hair flows down to her shoulders and...
View ArticleThe Judys
There are two – Judy kitchen and Judy parlor. Judy kitchen arrives at First Parish in mid-morning, but is not the beginning of her work. She has already be shopping. Shopping for us – we, the homeless....
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