As I awaken, the bright red crystal display on my “fancier than I’ve ever had before” coffeemaker pierced the darkness of my room, filling my mind with thoughts and memories of days gone by…the days and nights of homelessness.
As writers often do, I have begun my day in the middle of the night. This time it has been as a result of a phone call the previous day from my dear fried Russ, a homeless people’s advocate with S.H.A.G., Seattle Homeless Advocacy Group. The new homeless people’s newspaper needed contributing writers, and I had been there, so…up and at ‘em! ...