It was obvious from the beginning; what she showed on the outside didn't mesh well with her internal demons. She tried to appear sweet, and motherly and could even be fairly well-spoken; but her hardness had its way of shining through. She wore it like a badge that she wanted simultaneously to hide and shove… Continue reading Meeting “Chase”
"I'm hurting right now. I'm out of places to go; I need help. I'm in my car with all my stuff and $20 to my name." Christmas came and went without a peep from Kurt. Not even a card. Or a demeaning text meant for someone else. Assuming he was busy embracing impending fatherhood, I… Continue reading Broke and Homeless
I didn't hear much from Kurt after the incident with Blue Van Tenant, aside from a few texts that were clearly meant for someone else...named Bryn. The texts were nasty and accusatory, laden with profanity and grammatical errors so horrendous that even auto-correct couldn't make sense of them. But the intentions were clear, even to… Continue reading Room for Rent?
Even at four, he knew that he had never been all alone, and certainly not in a creepy, smelly place like this. He was startled awake by the silence. Spider-Man was over; he always fell asleep before the end. In the creepy sliver of light peeking through the curtains, he knew things didn't look like… Continue reading Meet “Landon”
She was uncomfortably pregnant, resting her left hand on her belly, chain smoking with her right She had a large presence; her strong voice could fill a room even at a whisper. She was rough on the surface with large features and a metal stud on either side of her lower lip. Her hair was… Continue reading Meet “Bryn”
For $260 a month he got an 8 x 10 room with a bed, a chair and a storage bin in a house shared with four strangers. And yet, something about him was quite charming. I first met Kurt when he rented a room from us in Akron. For $260 a month he got an… Continue reading Meet “Kurt”
Everyone has a story. Some parts of our story are mundane, littered with insignificant events, people and places that render no special meaning; they just are. But if we dig deep enough, we will find moments in our story, maybe entire chapters, that shape us into who and how we are today. Somewhere in my… Continue reading Tiny Matters