June is an important month, for me. In this month the summer season begins. During this year, April and May were unseasonably cold. There were some nights when the temperature went into the 40’s. That was supposed to be the time of year when the winter coats and hats and gloves get put into the closet. This year I didn’t put anything away until June 1. I’m still holding on to my knit hat, just in case. My other reason for liking June is that this is the month we celebrate Father’s Day. It is my opinion that

The process of being homeless had really changed my life. Never in a million years did I think I would be in this situation. While I was in the shelter, I think I had it better than most. My bed was in a corner of the room. My area, on two sides, had a 4 foot wall. My bed was on one side of the wall. I had a locker that was about 3 feet wide. Often I would sit on the side of the bed with my phone propped on a shelf and watch the movies or

  It’s been 154 days since I walked by the guard shed and left the shelter. I remember having mixed feelings about leaving. I was very happy to leave and at the same time, I was afraid of what laid ahead of me. You see, as crazy as this may seem, there was a certain comfort in the regiment of being 4039. I knew exactly where my bed and locker was. I knew it was mine once I signed for it. I became comfortable with the faces I saw every day. I don’t miss the smell of smoke.

    My name is Wendell Jordan Sr. I love being a dad and I’m the guy whose glass is always 1/2 full. This is my first post on my blog in close to a year. I hope that none of you think that I’ve become disinterested in being and performing my duties as a positive parent. For 10 months, which began in March of last year and ended in January of this year, I have been homeless. I spent that time living in a men’s shelter in Brooklyn, New York. This experience was like nothing I had

    I thought I would give you a different writing style. I hope you enjoy it. Same Old Song I wake up each morning with this weighton my shouldersI’ve been carrying this thing for whatseems like foreverI thought that if I take a good shower,it would go down the drain with the deadskin and dirt that was on me.But whenI got out of the tub that thingis still attached Maybe this is all a dream and I’ll wake upPerhaps I could really go to sleep.I could stay there forever but, whenI do I don’t stay long. I