When I was 23 I applied for a job managing a few million dollars in rental assistance for people with disabilities who were also experiencing homelessness at entry. I don’t know if I was qualified – per se – I mean, in retrospect that seems like a lot of money to let a 23 year old manage but…it turned out I was pretty good at it. Part of my job was to run a monthly meeting with other non-profits who were providing services to the people in housing. It was pretty intimidating as many of the folks in the room … Continue reading A love story – Part 1