Cynthia came and went from Haywood Street Respite a few weeks ago. While living on the streets, someone stole her purse. Inside her purse was her insulin and so for 7 days she went without it until she became so ill that medical intervention became necessary. After acute care was provided, Cynthia came to rest […]


The only problem with joining in on the Welcome Table meals is that my heart and belly end up so full that the desire to nap becomes a bit overwhelming. In an effort to shake another lunchtime stupor, I’ve come outside for a walk around the gardens. It’s a beautiful end-of-April day and our friend, […]


Meet Sunny. He says, “My real name is Floyd, but only the cops call me that.” Sunny tells me about his Baptism. The first one, that is. “Took me down to the mule pool,” he says. “Yep, dunked me three times. None of this one time business they’re up to now.” Sunny has stories for days. Thanks […]


I find Tim on a beautiful Sunday afternoon, watering the Haywood Street garden. He asks if I want to help care for what’s growing and I tell him that is a very bad idea. “Well, that’s alright. Maybe you can just put something in the ground and then we’ll take care of it.” Much better idea. […]