Writing what I live and see
Istood on the corner with a bearded man, his face worn, but he was smiling. He has experienced many stages in his life, from the known to the unknown, and now lives on the street.
But his joy at receiving a few hand warmers and a fresh blanket was apparent. I discovered he and I lived in California simultaneously many years ago. And we’re the same age.
His face lit up, and...