Reflections from the front lines serving adults experiencing homelessness, at the waning(?) of a global pandemic, during Phoenix "winter," disrupting systems, and living up to the legacy of a champion.
It has been seven days since my last post and 15 weeks since I lost my sense of smell. I also recently notice my forehead is bigger, which means my hair line is receding. Aging, what a process. I'm fortunate to have another day, to wake up on the top side of the dirt.
For the thousands of people experiencing homelessness every single night in Maricopa County, they don't have the same certainty of waking up. As the COVID positivity rate has plummeted (thank goodness), we are on the edges of our seats awaiting news that we can relieve some of the restrictions. Because even though it is "winter" on the calendar, Phoenix is fickle. This week the high temperatures are in the 80s. A short walk around the Campus today at 10 am was surprisingly warm. By this weekend the highs will dip into the 60s. We know "summer" is quickly on its way, outracing the official start date of June 21. [Read More]
