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In the parking lot working with the homeless, everyday is an adventure! I purchased a lot of writing journals and have given them away each week, in hopes of encouraging my street writers to find their voice. Lowell and Nathanial and Shadrack and Aaron and a lot of my friends are brilliant writers, and each has a different genre. Lowell’s writings are cosmic, brief, and screaming with pain. ‘Oh God, do you hear me? I’m just a little homeless man.” Some are quite funny such as his entry about selling his “property” on Hedgerow – a literal hedge in downtown Dallas. Lowell is a humor writer. Aaron on the other hand is a novelist. Nathan writes about addiction and is crafting a self help book better than any I’ve seen this year from the writers who have houses. We’ll see if the year brings enough discipline, to get him to finish it. On Thursday, I’ll be sitting with nathan at the library (the homeless hangout) and being an advocate for him with the library manager – to see if they can give my homeless friends a break. Maybe the library will allow me to conduct a writers workshop for the homeless on site? Wouldn’t that help their image and funding! Some of the writers hope that Obama has a plan to help the homeless and the housing situation in America and I too hope we see some real change. I don’t like politics. In the literal or metaphorical sense. 

I’m always astounded at how regular folks look at the homeless as this drain on society and an affront to their lives. Spend time with them and you’ll see that they are just like you and me, if you were to have a tragedy that altered your mind forever. Being homeless is never about money. I’ve discovered that it usually stems from one major life event that has taken away their soul. Some have lost a child, and never bounced back. It led to a divorce, led to drinking, led to the unraveling of a life. Could you bounce back, emotionally, from that?

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  1. Tammy,

    I think this was your blog entry that struck me close to home, and made me think about you. You have an idea of what happened to me, and it has “taken my soul.” I am one step away from homeless myself.

    I will never kill myself, no matter what, because of what you told me about your experience with your father. You could say that at the very worst of times, my children keep me alive in a way. I rarely see them, but they know that I am still here for them, and will be, as long as God wills it.

    I got your response about my little “homeless” story, and yes, I would love to meet face to face. As I read over your blogs, I see that our thoughts are so alike. I think we would have much to talk about.

    I don’t like the word “try”; either do it or don’t. So I won’t say let’s “try” to get together. I will tell you that I am in Waco now, but spend a great deal of time in the DFW area. I see my children when I can, I see my doctors when I am scheduled. Otherwise my time is my own, so I spend it trying to make the world a little bit better, which to me means restoring God’s creation one flower at a time, by volunteering at LLELA. In fact, I just got back from a week’s work today.

    I’m not even sure you are still in Texas, and I can only imagine what your life is like now, but I’d like to meet some of your homeless friends, if you think they would accept me. Perhaps we could work something out by starting there? Let me know your thoughts.

    Thanks again Tammy,



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