My Homeless Home. I miss the place that some people playfully refer to as “The Junk.” I miss the place where I would drive in all groggy eyed at about seven AM every morning to always be the first one there. I miss putting on the coffee in the morning for all the smiley and … Continue reading »
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Moving out of my comfort zone.
Last night, I was elated to have a few dollars to eat at In ‘n’ Out Burger. While I sat and waited for my oh so good yet oh so bad indulgence, I noticed a homeless man walking around asking for spare change so that he could buy some french fries. Most… no every person … Continue reading »
My home is everywhere.
Over the past year or so my ability to emote through writing has become a devastating disappointment to me. It could be a mixture of a few reasons. First, about this time last year some Hollywood “heavy hitters” as well as television networks were looking at my blog… I’ve come to see that as a … Continue reading »
