Author: Kim Vanderheiden

On a recent hot day, I set out with a friend to deliver water, ice, and fruit to unhoused communities near me. At our second stop, the elder who normally receives the water and makes sure it’s shared with the many others around him, was gone. All of his area was emptied and swept clean as though a city crew had been there. But the adjacent area on both sides looked as it always had, drawing a stark straight line between the grouping of shelters and the now bare pavement. Stunned, I asked the woman sitting nearby where he went…. read more