Tuesday, November 8, 2011


I saw her.
About two years ago.
On my drive to work.
A mid-forty(ish) woman.
Average not too thin not too heavy build.
Shiny, blond, neatly combed hair.
On the corner of Whittier and Greenleaf.
Sitting on a bench.
Watching the overflow of traffic.
Sadness abounding from her face.

I saw her.
For the ump-teen time.
Dull, dishwater-blond hair.
Lines etched into her face.
On her corner.
Wandering around her pile of stuff.
Lots of stuff.
To herself.
Waving at passing cars.
A detached from reality look on her face.


  1. Hi, new follower via the lovely crazy cake lady. Homelessness makes me sad and unfortunately happening way too much, thank you for making me remember just how lucky my kids and I are :)

  2. hi jen.. glad to be of help...

    i've tried various ways to help homeless people.. each handles it differently... some have gotten angry, some wanted money rather than food, and some appreciate anything...

    thanks for following....

  3. So sad. We have so many out there. Most have mental illness and have no where to go. Others, drug and alcohol addiction. Unfortunately I think it is a never ending problem. We can help in little ways, but homelessness has been a problem of the human race since our beginning.

  4. I am feeling like that woman.
    How sad for her.

  5. How sad. Your words hit hard. There are so many like this.

  6. I am visiting you via Chantell: The Crazy Cake Lady who suggested a look see. I am so glad I did. I have a Mentally Challenged SpecialOffspring so the worry/fear of the homeless situations can be so real at times. Please come over and read my Special Story sometime I would love to have you. http://adaywithspecialk.blogspot.com/2011/10/special-story.html
    Take Special Care!
    Cheers SpecialK XoXo