Step Sister

This piece by Jan Wilberg is so true and deep. Read more at

Red's Wrap

It was hot on the bus. Especially if we were parked waiting for our friends to emerge from under the bridges or the woods where they were living. The wait was never too long since they knew we were coming – Street Angels shows up in our mini-bus every Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday. We hand out hot meals, bag lunches and a host of other things – batteries, underwear, blankets. soap, razors, flashlights, t-shirts, jeans, and socks, many socks. You see, when you are homeless and your socks are worn out and dirty, you throw them away. Washing clothes takes a whole level of storage and wherewithal – it doesn’t work when you carry what you own on your back.

A woman shows up at the bus door. She looks exactly the same as when I saw her two weeks before. She is self-sufficient looking, the type of woman who…

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Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

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