Three Years With A Home

In spite of the fact I was living with no running water and only the sparsely-available electricity of a small solar panel in a fifth-wheel I called ‘home’ with a husband as temporary as the broken-down RV, I applied to Southern New Hampshire University...

Friends: Reaching Out — Reaching In

This last week I lost another friend. I started pondering the people I call friends and how we all first connected.

Awareness

The day after my 51st birthday at 6:19 pm, I was sitting at my dining room table contemplating what I should make for dinner. I nearly jumped out of my skin when the antique telephone ringer that signifies someone is calling my cellphone broke the silence of the small apartment. I looked at the number,... Continue Reading →

A Woman’s Best Friends

Over seven years ago, I met a Staffordshire Terrier who changed my opinion about dogs. I had been afraid of large dogs (for no reason I can remember....but that isn't new to me!) for as long as I knew. Barkley was different. A HUGE "pitbull" type breed, he was loyal to no end. Not only to... Continue Reading →

Get Thine A$$ Outta BED!

I have written many Facebook posts that started with the quote, "To Stand UP to LIVE you must first get thine ASS outta BED!" or something similar. Today felt exactly the same way. On days when starting is like pushing through a bog of mud ...this time in my face... I am compelled to wonder... Continue Reading →

Have we become a Country of Bullies?

"It is as if people have forgotten that on the other side of that computer screen is a PERSON, regardless of their political stance!"

Homeless NOT Hopeless

Quick Rewind In my previous post, Transient in Trump's America, I briefly gave you a glimpse into a few of my choices and my current circumstance. The feedback I received was generally positive except for some highly charged opinions about my choice of title. Apparently it is okay to write about being a transient as... Continue Reading →

Being A Transient in Trump’s America

I am a transient. For all that means, as much as it pains me to admit, I AM a transient. I became homeless, officially, only weeks before the election. While the church members who attended the Branch where I am a member cast votes overwhelmingly and loudly for now President Trump, I was living in... Continue Reading →

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