New York is a party in summertime. Hot air swoops down into homes and offices, driving the city’s residents outside. Feckless festivity pervades. Kids frolic next to fire hydrants. People day drink and lounge in folding chairs next to crowded streets during warm evenings. Clothes are short and traffic jams to beaches long. Parks and…
I started running quite late in life. I was 35 and living in Portland. After a series of work mishaps and visa issues, I became unemployed. My living quarters consisted of an ill-lit single room furnished with a writing desk, bed, and a closet. During the day, I sat in coffee shops and applied to…
On Christmas Eve in December 2014, roughly a month after moving to New York City, I became homeless. I’d been trying to find work while living at a friend’s place on the Upper West Side. There were gigs in the hospitality industry but they were sporadic and my salary was minimum wage. That evening, a…
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