It was ingrained into my soul from a child that one should respect libraries. Not only that but that these are public spaces and all should be welcome.
This is an article to commemorate the second year from the first day I slept at Wingra Park in Madison, WI.
I feel like this article makes me sound very vain. As a disclaimer I wrote with the hope I could show women that we have other choices.
An ode to my natural hair. My "big chop" anniversary will be in July.
A candid look at some of my recent mistakes in life. *Names have been changed.
A continued account of my homeless escapades from the past year. This story details pain I endured at the beginning of April in the year 2014.
I can't help but wonder. Although, after this year, I think I know what it truly means.
This is Part One of a series on important things I think one should know if they find themselves living outside, in a shelter, or with family, friends, or well-meaning strangers.
This is a rewrite to an article that I will never publish. In that article I chose a more scathing narrative on my feelings about the choices of some of the homeless.
A very well dressed and well meaning woman brought about the leftovers of her dinner to the steps of the City/County Building late one night. I just wish I had taken a picture of the lovely donation.
Continued commentary on my struggle with being homeless.
The odd happenings when I decided to spend a few nights sleeping in a park. This is continued from my first hub.
One woman's struggle to find herself as she tries to find a place to live.