I am a transient. For all that means, as much as it pains me to admit, I AM a transient. I became homeless, officially, only weeks before the election. While … Continue reading Being A Transient in Trump’s America
I am a transient. For all that means, as much as it pains me to admit, I AM a transient. I became homeless, officially, only weeks before the election. While … Continue reading Being A Transient in Trump’s America
… a friend asked me if I had ever tried marijuana for my pain…
When I left everything I knew on that binary moment, October 10, 2010, I had no idea what or who I would meet across the country.