I arrived in San Francisco from Anchorage, Alaska on Feb. 20, 2008. I stayed with the father of my children and my two sons. We stayed in my mother-in-law’s apartment in the Alemany projects. It was there I conceived my second son. I drank and did drugs during this time, while working for my brothers-in-law and my kids’ father through In-Home Supportive Services (IHSS). I went to jail due to domestic violence incidents between me and my partner at the time,
Together We can Fight Alcohol and Drug Abuse
Homelessness is associated with several factors and I am going to share one that I personally have been affected by: drug use and addiction. According to the National Institute on Alcohol Abuse and Alcoholism, 14.5 million Americans have an alcohol use disorder, and according to the National Institute on Substance Abuse, 11.7% of Americans over 12 have used illegal drugs in the past 30 days. This story is how I became a data point.
As a young lady I always loved flying and everything that comes with it.
Falling Through The Cracks: Homelessness in NYC
(Part 1)
By: Johanna Elattar @2022
I’m an NYC girl. I was raised in New York City, and I have many great memories of growing up there. When I was in college, Sundays were always spent with friends, having brunch at some trendy spot that we had to get in line for at least two hours (if not more). After brunch, we’d go to The Angelika Film Center.
Laying Down and Waking Up a Slave in Texas
It’s poetic…
In Texas, we’re trapped in pits with small widdows.
Inside these cells, we’re funding our own imprisonment;
the chains are encrypted inside the chips and soup sales.
We’re inside of an identity crisis believing our souls out of favors,
So we accept the chains;
believing a greater change will come save us…
Can you dig that?!?!
I guess that Willie Lynch Syndrome dies hard in some places.
Since I’m older now,
In these younger guys I see my own reflection. … READ MORE
Testimonio del Señor LINARES LUIS
This article has been translated into English HERE.
Vine a este país huyendo del terrorismo y también para poder ayudar a mi familia que quedo en mi país . Después , llegó el feliz momento de salir de la calle y rentar un sofá por 400 dólares al mes , en un apartamento de la calle 20 Th St y la Bryant . Esperando la media noche para conciliar el sueño ya que en lugar que rente vivíamos 10 personas y todas trabajan hasta tarde de la noche y otros salían muy temprano y el sofá están en el lugar donde todos preparaban sus alimentos y además era la puerta principal del lugar y pues no dormía apropiadamente ,