The Unhoused
There are people we pass every day without really seeing them.
We may see the tent, the cardboard sign, the shopping cart, or the person sitting alone on a street corner. We may wonder how they got there, or what went wrong.
But rarely do we stop to ask who they are.
During my travels across America, I spent time with people living without a permanent home. I listened to their stories, shared their spaces, and discovered—as I have so often discovered along the way—that the circumstances of a person's life tell us very little about the entirety of that person.
They are parents and grandparents. They are workers, dreamers, musicians, veterans, wanderers, believers, skeptics, and friends. They have histories. They have disappointments. They have hopes.
And they have stories.
This work is not an attempt to explain homelessness.
It is an attempt to look beyond it.
To see the person first.