Where is the “Sister, can ya spare a dime?” skid row of yore? That was another time. Now there are cities filled with... multiplying homeless enclaves.
We fill ourselves on resolutions saying this is the year it will take, the year I'll mean what I say. I'll do better. But why didn’t we do better all year?
It seemed... to me that being homeless was now a part of the American experience. The question to myself was: do I fear this, or learn how to deal with it?
I want this daring to slow down amidst chaos... to reach for one another to say, “Hello, I am here, I don’t have the answer, but I will stand with you.”