I can’t get his face out of my mind’s eye; a petite man, painfully thin with a face pinched by struggle and clothes grimy with wear. He was sitting against the wall of the little Southside Market that Marley and I pass every morning on our walk around the ‘hood. The man said something to … More On Chance Encounters
I have carried the money tucked away in my purse, along with a bag filled with clothes, toiletries, and masks in the back of my car, for three weeks now as I searched for her, gifts from two friends as far away as New York who read my posts about her and wanted to help. … More The Elusive Ms. Fay: Sunshine on a Cloudy Day
After I wrote about my emotional encounter meeting and interacting with Ms. Fay last week, a wheelchair bound homeless woman here in Birmingham, several friends reached out saying they wanted to help. Some sent money for her and others are sending clothes and items that she can use. It made my heart so happy to … More Finding Ms. Fay
We’ve seen her sitting there in the hot Alabama sun and humidity a couple of times now. She slumps over to the side in her wheelchair, looking defeated and sad, holding a paper cup out for those who take notice of her and give her some change or a few bills. Too many walk on … More Lunch with Ms. Fay
I have discovered that as an INFJ personality type I fall into the ‘walks the tightrope between the world is a glorious place full of potential’ and ‘someone get me off of this planet STAT!’ Quite the dichotomy, for sure. I am at the point in my life where I just can’t watch the news … More On Angels Lost and Found
We pulled up in front of the Downtown YMCA early this morning, both of us still a bit groggy and quiet after a hectic week and not a great night’s sleep. We were the first ones there, so we sat in Dan’s car for a few minutes to wait until the Y’s manager came to … More Life Interrupted
The View from Here 