Ralph, a homeless man who lives in my novel, The Courier, has head lice. At one point, he explains how lice can sometimes be advantageous. That doesn't stop him from using an unconventional method to rid himself of them. I won't tell you what Ralph feels the upside is, you'll have to read the book when it comes out. What I will say is that-LICE-easily deserves its … [Read more...] about Itching away
The daytime temperatures had been in the 90s. At 9:45 pm, I was still too hot. I needed something really cold. An ice cream cone. Vanilla. Yum. With a bedroll on his back, Traveler entered the fast food restaurant from another door, arriving at the counter just ahead of me. He was wearing a quilted khaki-colored vest over a threadbare, red and brown flannel shirt. His blue … [Read more...] about Would you like some dignity with that?
There's this guy. Everybody knows who he is but I've never met anyone who actually knows him. He's homeless. Very muscular. Some call him the "Buff Bum." And, while he's not quite as ripped as Atlas must have been, I imagine the weight he carries doesn't seem much lighter than the heavens Atlas had to hold up. Sometimes I see him in the cool morning walking down the sidewalk … [Read more...] about Giving Voice