When A Street Is A House is part of a collection entitled “I See You”, about people whose stories live in the shadows.
Hum, when I lived in RV’s and pulled into a parking lot I considered the space to my exit door mine.
It takes no small amount of empathy to see this.
Thank you.
I love the compassion and lyricism in your writing, Margo -- even when writing about a very harsh reality. I am sad about the baby carriage -- wondering if it ever held more than clothing, magazine pages and plastic objects.....
That's a great question. And thinking about the history of the carriage too ...
This woman stays with you - beautifully described. She is so clear to me.
I love and admire her. Spirit. Thank you.
Lovely!
Hum, when I lived in RV’s and pulled into a parking lot I considered the space to my exit door mine.
It takes no small amount of empathy to see this.
Thank you.
I love the compassion and lyricism in your writing, Margo -- even when writing about a very harsh reality. I am sad about the baby carriage -- wondering if it ever held more than clothing, magazine pages and plastic objects.....
That's a great question. And thinking about the history of the carriage too ...
This woman stays with you - beautifully described. She is so clear to me.
I love and admire her. Spirit. Thank you.
Lovely!