Her name was Clara, she was the neighbor next door. My cousin talked about her often in those years. Clara was a little person, what they used to call a “Midget,” but that term according to Google became offensive. Clara would help out with babysitting, visit and keep my cousin from being so lonely, she…
Author: Rhonda J Flanagan
Communications Social Media Manager writing bleeding across the page creating content making art & videos raising awareness photographing the rest.
Homeless Morning Writing
April has been bitter cold, I woke up early this morning in so much pain and it was so cold, I usually stay awake through the late night and sleep through the late morning, it’s safer. Anxiety at 3am keeps me awake at night, but it was so cold this morning I wasn’t going to…
Homeless Night Writing
A person who does not stay long in the same place; a wanderer. A digital nomad is a lifestyle, not a profession, someone who travels and makes money online. Digital Nomad I sit writing at Mcdonald’s—my new place to eat and write. Grateful to do this, I love to eat and write or read and…
Homeless Writing
Some days the tears don’t stop, memories come flooding back, things I have to remember differently now that I know the truth. I spent years trying to deal with things that didn’t make sense, but often told I made too much of things. Knowing the truth today helps, but so much wasted time spent trying…
Homeless in a Hotel
Listening to Stevie Nicks after all these years brings back memories of High School as I try and piece together my life. It’s snowing in Portland Maine as I draw back the white sheer curtains and allow the view. There isn’t much of a view here, but having the ocean so close is comforting and…
In The Cellar Again
I awaken to the pungent smell of the cellar. Strong, moldy and damp. My nose starts to hurt. I instinctively try to wipe my nose, but remember we’re not suppose to touch our faces. I itch my head instead. My hair hasn’t been washed in a month. It feels awful. I wonder if it will…
The Lies Unravel
The days go by in a blur. The rain is beating against the roof, it’s comforting. Spring came quietly last week. I miss having my garden. Getting seeds in the mail, planning the different flowers, vegetables, and herbs I will grow for the season. But like everything else, my ex-husband hated my garden. Reminded me…
Eating Peanut Butter From The Jar
My peanut butter jar is just about empty. Peanut butter is one of those staples that will get you through any disaster I found. After being made homeless here numerous times, I have even lived on it for weeks at a time when I was unable to go to the store or walk. After my…
Slow Descent To Hell
Dystopian“Information, independent thought, and freedom are restricted. A figurehead or concept is worshipped by the citizens of the society. Citizens are perceived to be under constant surveillance. Citizens have a fear of the outside world.”—http://www.readwritethink.org/files/resources/lesson_images/lesson926/DefinitionCharacteristics.pdf “There is no-bullying policy here,” she glared at me. I sat trying to explain what had just gone on with…
Money And Life Without My Car
It’s a beautiful sunny day. Getting colder at night, but the days are still warm. We’re supposed to be getting a couple inches of snow here in Upstate NY later this week, but for now, it’s seasonably nice. I would love to be out taking photographs, but I haven’t been able to photograph around the…
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