3.30.2011

Homelessness Interview W Anna Marie/Mix

Had a great interview w Anna Marie this morning on issues of homelessness in Nashville and am looking forward to her final product. Big thanks to Mix 92 for having me!

3.25.2011

There will still be a law that forbids issuing marriage licenses to an applicant who appears to be "drunk, insane or an imbecile."

Forgive me here, but what "idiot" used these terms in the law in the first place?  Sometimes I think we're a nation of lunatics governed by imbeciles....


Bill replaces 'idiot' and 'lunatic' in state laws

Associated Press - March 25, 2011 1:05 PM ET
NASHVILLE, Tenn. (AP) - A new bill will remove terms like "idiot," "lunatic" and "retarded" from state laws, replacing them with updated language.

The bill sent by the House on Thursday to Gov. Bill Haslam replaces "idiot," lunatic" and "person of unsound mind" with "person adjudicated incompetent."

"Disabled" and "handicapped" are replaced with "people with a disability." And "retardation" becomes "intellectual disability."

Senate sponsor Douglas Henry, of Nashville, told the Chattanooga Times Free Press that advocates for people with intellectual and developmental disabilities asked for the changes.

One section wasn't changed, though. There will still be a law that forbids issuing marriage licenses to an applicant who appears to be "drunk, insane or an imbecile."
Henry said legislative attorneys told him changing that language could alter the substance of the law.

3.21.2011

project to help homeless people express themselves through art and expose students to real world issues

I've taken zillions of pics while on the street as an outreach worker and I've often wished my de-housed brothers and sisters had cameras because the stories they could tell with pictures of life left homeless are more compelling than just about any written or verbal narrative could ever be.


Consider just these few from my "collection:"








and you'll understand how important the photos in the exhibit below is in sharing the story of individuals experiencing homelessness.  


I'm hoping to see more of these types of collections and exhibits in the future, as projects like the one featured here, "Photo-Voice" and some really interesting youth homelessness picture displays gain popularity...


Waltham photo exhibit features the work of homeless people

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By Chris Bergeron/DAILY NEWS STAFF
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After six months on the streets, Jeannie Redman took pictures of things others rarely looked at.
She photographed cracks in the sidewalk and gnarled trees growing together.
And the former nurse left homeless after escaping domestic violence photographed her own sneakered feet treading the pavement between the Community Day Center in Waltham and the cemetery where she sometimes slept.
Redman's photographs are now part of a moving exhibit at the DCU Digital Federal Credit Union at 130 Lexington St., Waltham.
Her evocative color images are displayed along with photographs by four other homeless people as part of an innovative collaboration between Lasell College and the Community Day Center.
Marilyn Lee-Tom, executive director of CDC, and associate professor Sharyn Lowenstein, director of the Center for Community Based Learning at Lasell, organized the project to help homeless people express themselves through art and expose students to real world issues.
Lee-Tom helped find five volunteers who were then homeless or near-homeless and who came to CDC to look for work, keep warm, apply for benefits or just seek the solace of companionship.
She and Lowenstein wanted a "more ambitious" project than a earlier effort by another Lasell faculty member that resulted in a photo album done by center "guests."
"Their journeys are so different. I wanted to capture that through their eyes," said Lee-Tom, who last September took over the center at the First Presbyterian Church at 34 Alder St.
Redman and the others were given disposable Kodak cameras loaded with a roll of 36 exposures and asked to photograph whatever interested them over a two-week period.
Lowenstein assigned seven students in her Capstone honors course to work with the photographers writing "narratives" for their photos and organizing the best shots into an exhibit.
"We weren't really sure what we'd get for photos. For my students, I wanted to get them out of their comfort zones and in the shelter where they'd be exposed to larger social issues. I hoped (the students) would develop leadership and see themselves as citizens of a Greater Boston community," she said.
After the five rolls of 180 photos were developed, Lee-Tom observed, "The pictures spoke for themselves."
"You can see the honesty of their emotions in their pictures," she said.
An attorney who previously worked with battered women, Lee-Tom said she was moved by the frankness and compassion she found in many of the images.
A homeless man, who asked only to be identified as Patrick, photographed other homeless men often in postures of resignation or despair.
With help from Lowenstein's students, the photos were organized into an exhibit that combines images and explanatory text. It was initially shown in the CDC's own art gallery and then in Lasell's Wedeman Gallery in the Yamawaki Arts and Cultural Center last February.
Gallery director Serdar Arat said some visitors found the 30 photos surprisingly upbeat while others thought they captured the anxiety and hardship of homelessness.
Alli Huhtala, a senior Fashion Design major, said helping with the project has "been a profoundly eye-opening experience."
"Before I saw their pictures, I wasn't expecting anything in particular. What came back was raw, uncut and beautiful. You felt like you were there. You felt the cold," said the 21-year-old Phillipston resident. "You could see through these pictures into peoples' lives. They weren't just photos. They were windows."
Huhtala said she was initially nervous about meeting the three women and two men from CDC who were taking the photos. But as she learned their stories, she said the deeper meaning of their photos came into focus.
She recalled that Jeannie Redman told her she photographed blue herons on a river at 5 a.m. because before she became homeless she'd been too busy to notice them.
"Being homeless didn't beat a sense of beauty out of her," said Huhtala.
She said she was moved by Redman's "eloquence" when she described the meaning of her other photos.
"When she photographed cracks in the pavement, she compared them to cracks in her own life. There was a tree branch kind of knotted together. Jeannie said that was like the knots we twist in our own lives. Jeannie said when she was first homeless she always took pictures of her feet because she felt too bad to look up," said Huhtala.
She said other participants in the program also made deep impressions on her.
"Patrick saw people in isolation. He got so into photography, he got his own camera. Annie came out of her shell. She's really articulate. Her photos were of the social services she used like food, medical and mail," said Huhtala. "And Ron showed hardcore homelessness. He showed the tunnels where people slept and their bedrolls. He said he wanted to 'Give the homeless a voice and a face."'
Huhtala said she'd initially taken the Capstone course "because it fit into my schedule."
"But, oh my gosh, I can't believe how much this project changed me, I hope for the better," she said. "It was really a learning experience."
THE ESSENTIALS:
WHAT: "Homelessness from Our Eyes: A Photography Exhibit by Waltham Day Center Guests"
WHEN: Through April 30
WHERE: DCU Digital Federal Credit Union, 130 Lexington St., Waltham
HOURS: 9 a.m.-5 p.m., Monday-Wednesday; 9 a.m.-7 p.m., Thursday and Friday; 9 a.m.-3 p.m. Saturday
ADMISSION: Free
INFO: 800-328-8797, www.dcu.org


Read more: http://www.metrowestdailynews.com/archive/x1664570760/Waltham-photo-exhibit-features-the-work-of-homeless-people#ixzz1HEEA1DNP

3.11.2011

Rest In Peace, Keith Travis

My buddy Denis Huey delivered some sad news to me recently.  He told me that one of my old employees, Keith Travis, had passed away due to alcohol consumption.

I'm not sure that meant he suffered alcohol poisoning from too much drink at one time or if it was a long-term, chronic issue related to the booze - Cirrhosis, etc - that ended up killing him (he was suffering the ravages of longterm alcohol abuse already), but I know that Keith had one helluva drinking issue.

Not sure why Keith drank so much, but it stemmed at least in part I think from his destroyed ankle, which happened to him while he was in the service.  I met Keith when he was being evicted from one of the real dive motels over on Trinity Lane here in Nashville.  This motel in particular is notorious for dope fiends, hookers, and folks who have one finger clinging to the bottom rung of the poverty ladder.  Keith had originally contacted Operation Stand Down (OSDN) for some emergency assistance and I ultimately ended up taking a food box to his motel room. 

After we met and I was able to get Keith into the agency for some services, he was so thrilled that someone gave a crap about him that he became a volunteer at OSDN back in 2009, then ended up working for several months at the Front Desk reception area, until his love of Earlytimes Whiskey took precedence over his employment obligation.  I remember when Denis went out to Keith's apartment after Keith had missed about 4 days in a row of work.  Denis found Keith sprawled sideways across a filthy mattress, unconscious and drunk, the bathtub filled to overflowing with empty half gallon jugs of ET whiskey.

Keith went into rehab for a short while, then disappeared off our radars.  He'd occasionally show up at OSDN, but usually it was momentary; he'd pick up a document, speak to one of the staff about his pending disability case, or request a small food box.

Denis saw Keith during this period while out on the street performing some outreach and Keith, although drunk, told Denis that he had his drinking "under control" now and that he was able to put down the bottle whenever he "felt like it."  He just didn't feel like it right now.

We know that people who experience chronic homelessness due to mental illness, substance use or a combination of both, die much earlier than the their housed counterparts, with the average life expectancy of someone experiencing homelessness around 47.  I think Keith beat that, but it wasn't by much.

Rest in Peace, Keith, I guess you've put down the bottle for good now, and I hope wherever your energy has dispersed to, it's a happier place for you, brother.....

3.07.2011

"Working for human rights is about speaking out for human dignity."

Executive Director John Lozier penned the following letter for the HCH and I have to say, it had the desired impact and motivated me to do something besides shaking my head and feeling sorry for another oppressed group of people. 

I hope you'll take just a moment to check out John's words here and also do something besides taking another bite of your breakfast bagel....


NATIONAL HEALTH CARE FOR THE HOMELESS COUNCIL 
 LETTER FROM THE EXECUTIVE DIRECTOR 
MARCH 2011
What does it mean to work for human rights?

Brave people in the Arab world are taking to the streets, asserting their rights to govern themselves, to assemble in public spaces, and to speak freely.  Teachers and their supporters in American capitals are defending their rights to organize in labor unions.  People without homes are asserting their rights to simply be in public spaces.

Working for human rights is about speaking out for human dignity.  For Americans, that's blessedly safe, and as easy as writing an email, making a phone call, or attending a public meeting or even a celebration.

It's a critical time for those who believe that everyone should have health care and housing.  If proposed federal budget cuts go through, hundreds of thousands of our neighbors will lose housing subsidies, and health care will become less and less accessible for the poor.  We will be that much further from the realization of our rights, and more of our people will suffer.

Now is the time to speak out.

One way to do so is described in last week's HCH Mobilizer, our periodic action alert.  A link to that issue, along with subscription information, appears in the sidebar.  Though a new continuing resolution was enacted last week, budget negotiations continue, so by all means, read the Mobilizer, and ACT NOW!

Publicly supporting the National HCH Council is another important way to show where you stand.  Our annual fundraising event, Two Bright Nights for Human Rights, featuring great Nashville entertainers, is March 30-31.  You can learn more about the event, purchase a program ad, or buy a ticket for yourself or an HCH consumer using the link connected to the title of this post.  Tickets are on sale now!

Thank you for acting for human rights.
 
Peace,

John N. Lozier, MSSW | Executive Director
615/226-2292 | jlozier@nhchc.org

3.03.2011

Bird Watching

"It's not only children who grow.  Parents do too.  As much as we watch to see what our children do with their lives, they are watching us to see what we do with ours.  I can't tell my children to reach for the sun.  All I can do is reach for it, myself."  ~Joyce Maynard

As I enter my 13th year in recovery the buzzards I set loose during my time in the fog continue to come home to roost.  One of the great things I managed to accomplish, in spite of myself, was fathering four children over the last 51 years.  I helped raise three others but it's definitely possible that they along with at least two of my biological brood, are dealing with the psychological scars of poverty, drug abuse and a life mismanaged, too.

Any moron can copulate a child, but being a father takes real work.  It also helps to have a role model, like a father of your own, to help guide and teach you what being a good dad is supposed to look like, or at the least, what fatherhood is not.

Over the years I've learned that fathers are not supposed to be your friend, they are your moral and ethical compass, your source of learned responsibility.  They are there to pick you up when you fall, but as they do so, they also help you see the reason you fell and provide a little loving guidance on ways to avoid falling again.  They don't let their children get away with lying, and they aren't easily manipulated by them, either.  They stand as a testament to living one's life honorably, with dignity while respecting the rights and differences of everyone else.

At least that's how I see a father's role; never having one of my own in my life, it's stuff I had to learn on my own over the previous decades.

But a life lived on the wild side has a price tag attached to it that doesn't really become visible until long after you've used the product, and that's not the worst of it, either.  The goddam price isn't a fixed one but instead fluid, and it usually rises in direct proportion to the level of impulsive stupidity you allowed yourself to succumb to during those years in moron-man land.

You really never know what the final cost will be for your actions because it's impossible to predict how they are going to impact others.  The first years in recovery, the vultures are in plain view and if you're smart, you'll take them out one by one by making whatever amends you can to them.  All of them are a pain in the ass to appease, but some are obviously harder to rid yourself of than others; the "criminal record" buzzard has exceptional tenacity, as does the "Hep-C" and "bad credit" bird, and that pesky "spotty employment history" vulture takes a lot of effort to bury for good.

Those first few years you deal with a lot of them because you have to in order to progress with real recovery.  The good news is that as the clean years begin to stack up in your favor, the buzzards become fewer and farther in-between.  Sometimes you may even go for years without a visit and life is good indeed.

Then one fine day long into your life as a clean, sober and now model citizen, you're looking out the window and...what's that up in the sky?  Why...it's a ....buzzard....and it appears to be homing in on your location.

During the past year of so, several have decided to visit me.  The bastards have followed me across decades of tomfoolery and if I looked out the window right now, I'd see them, lounging on my lawn, licking their chops and snickering to themselves as their beady little eyes bore into my soul and they all have a good laugh at my earlier stupidities.  I'm frankly afraid to look beyond those ambling about the yard because I know now that the potential for a flock that would impress Job may be lurking just over the horizon.

The procedure remains the same; you deal with them one at a time, the same way you did when you first entered recovery.  But the interesting thing about the geriatric buzzards is that they seem to bring with them really complex and sophisticated baggage.  No quick fixes here and some may even be beyond your capability to fix.  

Perhaps the most painful of them all to have to work with is the dreaded "mirror" buzzard.  The Mirror Buzzard is typically found roosting in one or more of your children and you know its come home when your child begins to do the same stupid things you did when you were that age.  You see the cliff your child is now rushing headlong toward because you yourself plunged over that same goddam cliff years ago, and you can hardly bear to watch it happen.  No matter how much you try to explain, advise, guide, critique, condemn, cajole, or demand that your child change his ways, that damned kid keeps a steady course for disaster.  As your hope diminishes that you'll be able to make a difference in the life of your child, each time you look at him
it's like looking into a...mirror, and the pain is almost unbearable because you know, you just fucking know, that it doesn't have to be this way and yet, you're powerless to stop it.

You can't kill the mirror vulture, you can't break it, you can't change the reflection and you can't destroy it, either.  About the only thing you can do is to keep one hand cautiously outstretched to your child while you protect yourself as best you can from the pain that is coming to both of you as you watch that vulture settle in to roost. 

Living life in recovery is not an easy task, and as I mentioned earlier, the level of difficulty is directly proportional to the level of stupidity you reached in living your life in active addiction.  It is no wonder that the success rates for real recovery are so small; the buzzards have a nasty way of reminding you of just how bad your course through life was, and it takes a determined person indeed to stand in front of those buzzards with a naked, clean soul and take each flesh-tearing bite without turning to something to help ease the pain....

3.01.2011

Heart's a'Twitter - Homeless Father Finds Daughter After Tweeting

It's not unusual to me to see a story with a result like this, but what is a tad surprising is that the gentleman doing the tweeting is 58.  I've noticed that there is a bit of hesitancy and reluctance; confusion about its purpose might be a better description, from folks around my age when it comes to using Twitter, so it's been a bit of a slow start for a lot us in the Twitter world.

I think that is changing tho, as uses for Twitter become more well known and stories like this one circulate into the mainstream.  My company, the Center for Social Innovation, has begun Tweeting as a marketing component for our t3 product line, and so far, it has been a successful effort.  Not sure whether it's kicked up new business for us, but it definitely has served to get our name and product into cyberspace in a quick and efficient way. 



Homeless Man Finds Daughter Through Twitter

Man Hasn't Seen Daughter In 11 Years

POSTED: 9:17 am CST February 25, 2011
UPDATED: 12:59 pm CST February 25, 2011

A New York City homeless man has been reunited with his daughter after 11 years - thanks to Twitter.

Daniel Morales was given a prepaid cell phone to create a Twitter account as part of a project on homeless people called Underheard in New York. Three weeks into the project, the 58-year-old decided to use the social networking tool to find his 27-year-old daughter, Sarah Rivera.

The New York Daily News says on Wednesday he posted his cell phone number, her name and a photo of her at age 16. She called him the next day.

On Friday, their reunion was recorded on WCBS-TV. Morales said he was overjoyed.

Rivera said social networking was amazing. Morales lives at a homeless shelter. His daughter lives in Brooklyn.

"every year, we have really, really sick kids and adults from flu"

There's not much sadder than when you lose a young person to something like the flu, it's absolutely heartbreaking and my heart and prayers go out to those who lost Mekisha Agee.  

I wonder, do you recall the last time you had a real flu?  I'm not talking about some namby pamby cold or sniffles, I'm talking about the "kick you in the ass, knock you down, drag you through broken glass and razor blades, run your joints and muscles through a meat grinder, disembowel you with diarrhea and vomiting, gouge your eyes out with the light of day" F - L - U.

The last time I had the flu was here in Tennessee; I hadn't been here very long, had a lowered "regional bug" immune system, and worked among hundreds of folks experiencing homelessness in shelters, soup kitchens and camps.  I came down with the virus from hell, could barely walk my butt into my doctor's office and cannot remember when I've been that sick before.  To add insult to injury, shortly after I recovered from the flu, I awakened one morning to half a paralyzed face, courtesy of Bell's Palsy

I spent the next several weeks drooling tobaccy juice down my chin while talking like Geri Jewell in the Deadwood series (who, btw, was one of my absolute favorite characters on this incredible series, so I was okay with it, but still, it sucked when I was trying to sound like I knew what I was talking about). 

I'm sure I wrote about that entire event in previous posts somewhere on this site, but I'm too damned lazy to search for it, instead spending an hour writing to you all about it again, but my point in upchucking all this here- again - is to get you to recall the last time you had a really gnarly illness and couldn't leave your house because of it.

Did you snuggle into your favorite blanket, nurse your aches, pains, nausea, and misery with hot chicken soup and seven up?  Were you able to ask your mom, wife, brother, sister, dad or child to get you the tv remote?  a good book? turn up, or down, the heat?  Did you think that if you had to even walk to the bathroom, you'd probably die, and couldn't under any circumstances including the second coming of Christ leave your home that day to do anything at all?  

Now just take a sec and imagine yourself going through that godawful misery on a bus bench, in a park, or under a viaduct somewhere downtown.  Imagine how it must feel to have to find a bathroom, to not have toilet paper under that bridge, to be exposed to whatever the weather decides to deliver to you that day?  

Thousands of people on or one paycheck away from the streets deal with the flu exactly in this fashion.  They can't afford medicines, they don't have places to hide, and the damned sure don't have a favorite blanket, a cup of chicken soup and someone who cares enough to help nurse them through a miserable bout of illness.

Not asking for action here, just raising awareness and hoping that the next time you see someone wandering the streets alone, a small nudge of empathy and understanding will be your first thought, not your last....

Mid-State doctors see increase in critically ill flu patients

Posted: Feb 28, 2011 9:22 PM CST
Last week, 25-year-old mother Mekisha Agee died from complications of H1N1. Last week, 25-year-old mother Mekisha Agee died from complications of H1N1.
NASHVILLE, Tenn. - Many who didn't get their flu shot already might be regretting that decision now, as the flu is going strong with no sign of decline.

"We've seen the flu start a little bit later than it usually does, and it's continuing a lot longer than it normally does," said Dr. John Williams, a Pediatric Infectious Disease Specialist at Vanderbilt Children's Hospital.

At Vanderbilt University Medical Center, doctors are treating more critically ill flu patients. 

Ten people are in the intensive care units, and eight of them are on ventilator support.

Four of those patients have been confirmed to be infected with the H1N1 flu virus, and three others are suspected to have it.

"It's really not unusual. Last year because of the pandemic we had more sick people, but every year, we have really, really sick kids and adults from flu," said Dr. Williams.

In fact, just last week, 25-year-old mother Mekisha Agee died from complications of H1N1.

Her family said she chose not to get a flu shot because she feared it would hurt her unborn baby, a decision they believe cost her life.

"I'm just telling everybody I know the sickness is out there.  We don't hear about it as much today, but it's out there," said Agee's step-father, Terry Martin.
Doctors were able to save her baby girl, who at last check Monday was in stable condition in the neonatal intensive care unit at Vanderbilt.

Agee also leaves behind a 3-year-old son, Cameron.

According to the CDC, pregnant women are six times more likely to die from flu than the general population, but doctors say the best defense for anyone older than six months is to get the vaccine.

"Not everyone is getting the flu shot that probably should, because people think last year was a pandemic and this year, it's just the flu.  But I think what we are seeing should show people that we see this every year with the flu," said Dr. Williams.

Even though it's almost March, doctors say it's not too late to get a flu shot, because the flu will still linger for several more weeks.

Flu shots are still available at the Metro Health Department, CVS and Walgreens.
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