I met "J" on a busy corner of the Upper West Side (W73rd & Broadway, to be exact). It was a cold Saturday in February of that year, and she was panhandling with a tattered Starbucks cup. She caught my attention when her change scattered all over the sidewalk. Someone had bumped her cup, probably … Continue reading Spilled Change and a Meaningful Intersection
She let me do her laundry, and she lingered in the shower as I'd hoped she would - treating herself to the luxury of hot water and a clean (and unhurried) place to let it run. She slept in a bed. She ate at a table. She had conversation, and, for a little while, was surrounded by people who looked her in the eye and called her by name. For a few hours, she was a someone again. She smiled a little.