This is one of the early stories in my new book, Not So Far from Home: Owning Homelessness in My Own Backyard. It's about doing little local things that connect to the big things.

I love what I do and who I do it for.

But damn, the drugs.

Why keep obsessing about bad people?

We don't need to read their bios or follow their latest antics to know Hegseth, RFK Jr, Noem, Green, Navarro, etc. are not relationship material.

If Americans continue tolerating this abuse, it's on us.

Secular activists could have common cause with Pope Francis. Will that still hold?

At least she gets to keep the makeover.
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Launching my free Substack newsletter, Small Ponds. Stories, deeds. and reflections related to homelessness and place.

In my notes on Not So Far From Home, I kept coming across this line. I loved it, but I didn't note an attribution and Google was not helpful. So I didn't use it.
I began to suspect they were my words, plucked from something else I'd written. And sure enough, they were from my own novel, Inhabited.

This is the month for the Homeless Persons’ Memorial Vigil. Tonight, my friend Mikey will be remembered as a beloved regular at Peace House Community. He was a regular haircut client and gentle soul.

When offered something, his frequent reply was, "I'm good, I'm good." He was.