Well, if you're a journalist and seem to care about people, why don't you get off your bike and talk to those homeless people along Denver's Platte River? Everyone's a story.
Your memories must be a kind of torture for you & I appreciate you unzipping your heart to lay them bare for your readers. It reminds me to continue to be consciously grateful for all my smallest blessings every day.
Thank you for this illuminating piece. Every day…grateful for a warm, secure place to sleep and wake. And to take a shower…warm water and clean clothes.
What memories and questions Greg. A searing piece about relentless pain in the 'others'... so far and yet so close to our cushy lives...
Well, if you're a journalist and seem to care about people, why don't you get off your bike and talk to those homeless people along Denver's Platte River? Everyone's a story.
Lovely and poignant essay, Greg.
Your memories must be a kind of torture for you & I appreciate you unzipping your heart to lay them bare for your readers. It reminds me to continue to be consciously grateful for all my smallest blessings every day.
Thank you for this illuminating piece. Every day…grateful for a warm, secure place to sleep and wake. And to take a shower…warm water and clean clothes.
Very moving essay Greg. Thank you.
OMG .... this is just so harrowing, so horrible....so profoundly worth telling (if depressing!!!)...but so well-told ! thank you !!!