“They want to send everyone to rehab but rehab is only good for people who want to go”.
Jay, Tent City Resident, Philadelphia-June, 2018
In mid-December, when my seasonal stress looked a lot like clinical anxiety, I found a task force. Christmas was nearing and I’d been trying–not very successfully–to soothe myself with spiritual reflection. The biblical story would soon tell of the Magi, opening their treasure chests to give gold, frankincense, and myrrh to an infant in a
I AM WHITE. For that reason alone, I was born to privilege. I’ve been acutely aware of my privilege since my teenage years when my family’s financial situation worsened significantly and I couldn’t claim “privilege” strictly in the material sense. We’d never had a lot of money but now we didn’t have enough to feel
Last summer, days after my birthday, our family received a call in the middle of the night from my dad’s girlfriend, Pat. He’d died in her bed. Before the call to my mother-his ex-wife, I got a text sent from my dad’s phone written by Pat. It said: “Please Call It’s An Emergency”. I was