On Being Homeless.

Actually I've been homeless since August, 2011. But back then, I had a couch upon which I could 'crash' etc. Me and my cats. I have four. Mama and her three babes. If I talk more of that I swear I'll start bawling here in the Des Moines Downtown Library ... and I'm not. gonna. do. that. now.

I found a safe warm place for my babies. And I'm now in a shelter. Thank ... everything ... Gods Goddesses Grandmothers Grandfathers Mom Becca ... I've got a warm bed in which to sleep at night.

I want here to say a hearty THANK YOU!!! to all of the churches and the volunteers and those blessed beautiful folks who come into a shelter and feed us. I feel ... oh gosh. It is difficult for me, not because I'm fortunate enough to still be employed etc. But more because so many persons who are here with me are just down on their luck, as am I. And there are some seriously crazy batshit need more help than a hot meal.

My apartment is available March 1. Me and my babies are gonna be there.

I will not forget my experience here. I'm loath to admit where I am, not because I'm embarrassed, simply because I don't want people to drive by as we smokers stand on the patio outside the shelter, gazing upon the buildings and lights of DSM downtown ... and

Looking up.