Dear Anonymous,
I know, though she gave me permission, she may not like this image. For me I am stunned by the beauty in her vulnerability. I share it because it helps describe the street. The tincture of Desperation and Resiliency. The tonic of survival.
Her wild beauty. Her difficulty. Her struggle. Her gratitude.
The impossible task of being ok when things may not be ok.
Shares that her grandfather was an Irish born boxer. She puts up her hands and lowers her head and dances the steps of a fighter in the ring.
'I was born trainin' in utero!'
Thank you Dear Anonymous for the coffee cards, socks, neck warmers and backpacks we could get to her because of you.