I keep hope alive as best I can

I write. I run. I hope.

I moved to Charlotte nine years ago and found myself adapting to homelessness. As a writer, I’ve learned to face my fears with a pen and pad.

When I came to Charlotte, it wasn’t what I expected, but it had better transportation than I was used to. For some odd reason, I felt really shaky about moving here. My old job felt like a dead end, and my life was…

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