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I fully expect to one day be tapped on the shoulder, turn my head and have my face meet the clenched fist of Ms. Gwendolyn. It would be justified. As a mental health professional, I’ll take one for all the social workers, nurses, psychiatrists, LPC’s,...

[caption id="attachment_1190" align="alignleft" width="150" caption="Dr. Chan Crawford"][/caption] Today’s blog is by Dr. Chandra Crawford, UNITY’s director of public policy. “Go back home--we don’t want you here!” “Why would you associate yourself with such trash?” And my favorite, “You must have received your degrees from the backwoods of...

“Hey UNITY, I’m waiting for you!!!” These are the words shouted from the front porch of a shotgun double in Central City as we drove past in the van this afternoon.  The man shouting them yells them nearly verbatim whenever he sees us.  We’ve met him...

I’m jogging Max, now 16 months old and 90 pounds of K-9 energy.  It is Monday morning, around 9:20am.  I’ve recently switched from traditional running shoes to some sort of 5-toed soft shoes that are intended to mimic the effects of barefoot running.  I like...

Phrases.org identifies the origin of the phrase “Absence makes the heart grow fonder” as "Always toward absent lovers love's tide stronger flows" from Sextus Aurelius Propertius – a Roman poet from 15BC. (The same site also conveys the bawdy wordplay that Shamus may appreciate -...

Just like politics, all outreach is local.  In fact, it’s hyper-local, street-based, boots on the concrete, sweating it out in the August sun, try to understand the neighborhood accent and know your neighborhoods like you know your mama.  Because we do outreach in New Orleans...

“The door is open!” I didn’t understand what she was saying until I looked at the front door of the house and saw it resting two-feet wide. Did we walk out of the house and leave the front door open? That doesn’t sound right, not with...

Outreach workers are still combing abandoned buildings and the broken streets of New Orleans for the most vulnerable victims of Hurricane Katrina, five years after the levees broke. Almost every night, UNITY's street-outreach workers comb abandoned buildings and streets of New Orleans, rescuing the...

Mel just died. I didn’t think it was possible.  Just two days ago I saw him riding his bike down Jackson Avenue.  I didn’t have time to stop and wave him down.  I guess that was my last chance. Mel was easily one of the three or...

Today's blog entry is written by Kathleen North, UNITY Director of Supportive Housing Registry. He smells like a homeless old man, this 4-year-old boy.  He has oozing bug bites on his arms and legs.  His eyes are beautiful and engaging as he looks up eagerly...

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