Light In A Dark Place |

If you are a fan of my novel, Painted Black, or an advocate for changing the negative perspective many people have of the homeless, I encourage you to check out the book below.  It is a recounting of one person’s experiences working with Emmaus Ministries, an organization in Chicago serving those who are often considered the lowest of the low:  men who sell themselves for money.

Emmaus was the first volunteer opportunity I was a part of when I moved to Chicago and made a major impact in how I think, feel, live and write.  I hope Light in a Dark Place can give you at least a taste of that kind of life-changing experience.

When looking at these men, or anyone for that matter, it is important that we find common ground with them lest we be tempted to judge them. As our minds are filled with stereotypes and presumptions of someone that we know nothing about, it is easy to look at them with disdain. I think we do this to make things easier on ourselves. Their situations help us feel better about ourselves, perhaps even superior. Seeing their lot helps us to forget for a moment the brokenness in our own lives.

via Light In A Dark Place |.

Chicago Street Stories

I’ve begun posting articles at HubPages. I started it as an experiment in ways to earn more freelance income, but I find myself posting essays from the past that I never quite knew what to do with. Check it out if you like. There are many articles besides mine that you may find interesting.

On a Thursday night in February, at one a.m., the streets around LaSalle and Hubbard look far different than they did when I first started volunteering.

Tonight, among the few vehicles passing by, there are at least three cabs for every car, plenty of parking spaces, and only four people on the street.

Three of them are young black men: one in a new Gap jacket and Nikes sitting on the steps of the furniture store; another leaning against the corner of the darkened Starbucks building, gold chains catching the streetlight beams; and a third walking slowly, hands in his pockets, looking up at every car that passes.

The fourth man is a john cruising by, trying to decide which youth to pick tonight.

via Chicago Street Stories.