I live in my own RV, which has been sited at San Francisco’s version of “safe parking” located at 500 Hunter’s Point Expressway. It is run by the City’s Dept of Homelessness and Supportive Housing (HSH). I come to complain that I was FORCED into here with police presence, that I have no choice but Continue reading

Yesterday morning, Otis, the supervisor of janitors, yells out from across the yard, “Ramona, community meeting tomorrow at 11.” To which I must acknowledge out of common politeness, despite my solitude invaded, as I’d been having a tragic thought about the last week of my husband’s life, July 2020, at the height of the pandemic, Continue reading