Through the Eyes of Calpurnia

I had initially read To Kill a Mockingbird at the insistence of my 7th grade History teacher who had, with a wry smile, told me that I reminded her of Scout. Admittedly, the moral of the story was completely lost on my hormone addled brain, and I abandoned the story half-way through in favor of …

A Love Sick Fool

Every morning I wake up excited to get into my car and drive to the shelter, to hear the familiar voices calling out 'Good Morning!' to me and to see the faces of the guests that have become my world. I love my shelter - more specifically, I love the guests that walk through those doors …

(Bomb) Shelter

The outside was nondescript, looking for all the world like an abandoned office building in any low income neighborhood in the US. Perhaps that was the intention, so that no undue attention was brought to its doors - though more often than not that was the case. The narrow corridor that led to the front …

Love and Heatstroke

It was the last seven days before the beginning of the month which meant that the normally aloof hospitality room had detonated into a cacophony of noise; voices calling to each other across the room, muddled voices from the television tucked into an alcove high on the wall and the bone jarring sound of hard plastic dominoes being slammed down …