I am a person.

“Excuse me ma’am, are you in the movies? You should be in the movies. Maybe you should…” the disheveled looking man said before trailing off into words I wasn’t able to make out.

“I’m not,” I said laughing, “but thank you, sir.”

“What’s your name?”

“Rachel, what’s yours?” I asked hoping he’d move along a little more quickly, after all I had work to do.

“My name is Mike. I am an artist. I am a musician. And I really love you.”

Continue reading “I am a person.”

In Her Own Words.

I love writing. I love sharing ideas and stories. There is power and cathartic healing in the written word. Today however, I find it more valuable that I quit hitting the keys and share a piece that was passed along to me by a dear friend in Tennessee. Miss Tess Anderson presently resides in Knoxville and with the assistance of the  Volunteer Ministry Center Tess no longer calls the streets her home.

The Uncommon Modern Plight— A Condition of Homelessness Continue reading “In Her Own Words.”

I don’t work with bums.

The worst line that has ever been used to ask me out started with, “You work with homeless people? Awesome. I met this bum the other day…”

“Bum?!” I hastily replied. “That’s reeeeeal nice, I bet you made him feel so special when you called him that…” And then proceeded to use enough colorful words to ensure we no longer had a ride home and would be taking a taxi out of downtown San Diego. (tact has never come easy for me.)

Now, I understand that, that word is often used in a way that is not meant to be offensive and to be honest, I think it’s used by some of the most well-meaning people, but this should not be. Homeless people are not bums. Homeless people are not junkies, crackheads, hobos or hookers. Homeless people are human beings without homes. Continue reading “I don’t work with bums.”


“Why did you go to jail?” I asked Miss Deborah recently when discussing an arrest a few years back.

“I was sleeping on the street in Arizona,” she replied.

“And what happened?”

“That’s it. It’s illegal to be homeless where I was so they arrested me. I had no choice; I very literally had nowhere to go, the shelter was full.” Continue reading “ILLEGAL TO BE HOMELESS”