Homelessness Is Not A Dirty Word
In 2006, we moved to Hong Kong and spent the better part of our year there getting to know a group of homeless people. Their stories were complex, their personalities as diverse as their backgrounds. There were 19-year-old boys and 65-year-old grandfathers. Truck drivers, deliverymen, chefs, waiters, factory workers, failed businessmen… you name it. Some...
Happy Birthday, Mrs B
“I’m 47 today!” She exclaims, and her eyes tear up. “I prayed to god for a miracle, and you came along.” We all make soothing noises. It’s nothing really, Aunty. Just a few bags of biscuits. You know, to help you through the long evenings here in the park.There’s very little light where the family...
