I recently chatted with a friend over a warm cup of tea. The conversation was similar to most chats taking place in Minnesota on blustery January days—snow predictions, icy sidewalks, and wind chills. I think I even heard “Baby, it’s cold outside” echoing in the air!
I paused for a moment and thought about what it might feel like to deal with the brutality of winter in Rochester, Minnesota if I was faced with homelessness in addition to those wind chills. As I bundled up to face the elements, I envisioned myself as one of those wandering our streets this evening—no warm bed to lie my weary head, no cup of tea to warm winter’s chill, and no companionship. I felt utterly alone as that burst of cold air hit my face…. Read the complete article