A Book Review by Casey

“Confronting Homelessness: Poverty, Politics, and the Failure of Social Policy” by David Wagner with Jennifer Barton-Gilman

I have just finished a very informative book, something that is very much outside the realm of my usual superhero comic books. Homelessness is a problem that we’re all aware of (although I’m sure our awareness varies from person to person).  This book really spells out exactly what the “homeless problem” is.

The main approach taken by the authors centers around a timeline, dating as far back as Medieval  Europe (homelessness is apparently an old problem).  The central focus of the book is the “new” homeless problem of the 1980’s, so the timeline gets a lot more detailed from 1979 to the early 1990s, and then continues on to the present day (the book was first released last July, so it’s pretty up to date).

But the trip through history, while very informative and interesting, is only the structure around which the rest of the writing is built.  Wagner and Barton-Gilman delve into the problem far beyond a mere explanation of historical facts (it should be noted that all of the facts are referenced in the form of end-of-chapter notes and a bibliography).  They also get into a lot of the “why” and “how” the problem of the 1980’s came about (as well as certain other periods, such as The Great Depression among others).

The “why”’s and “how”’s involve a lot of factors, many of which I wouldn’t have known about had I not read this book.  One of the more obvious reasons why we have so many homeless people is simply because we live in a country where the rich tend to get richer and the poor tend to get poorer.   The factors that I wouldn’t have thought of include deinstitutionalization, which put a lot of mentally ill people out on the streets without a place to live and without the ability to earn a living, as well the fact that many small, one room, apartments were demolished in the 1970s, as landlords and property managers could get a lot more money from renters by replacing small cheap apartments with more expensive and luxurious ones.

And how did this become such a “new” problem in the 1980’s?  The authors get into many contributors, one of the biggest ones being politics, and a the “construction” of the problem by Democrats to be used as a weapon against the Reagan administration, who was doing a lot budget cutting in the early 1980’s.

Beyond the informative discussions of the problem and its origins, there is also a lot of space devoted to the solutions, or at least the attempted solutions.  A lot of it boils down to the creation of soup kitchens and homeless shelters, which apparently many people thought would eventually end homelessness thirty years ago.  It’s probably obvious to most that it didn’t work, and the authors explain exactly why that is.

One thing that this book does not present is a hard and fast solution.  However, if one were to set out to end homeless, this book should be their bible.  Besides getting down to the facts of what the problem is and the many reasons why it has come about, there is a detailed explanation of what DIDN’T work, and what obstacles one would have to overcome to even think about curing this problem (our own government being a huge obstacle, as well as people who aren’t homeless, many of which have negative opinions of the homeless and helping them).

What I’ve talked about here just barely scratches the surface of what you’ll find in these pages.  There is a lot of information on public views, how they’ve changed over the years, advocacy groups and their approaches to solving the problem, political agendas past and present, and much more.  This book really opened my eyes to what an obstacle our own economics and government can be, and how easily the public can be bent by certain politicians, the media, and advocates.

One last thing that I found to be quite interesting, is a discussion towards the end of the book regarding one approach by society to the treatment of  homelessness as a social problem and not an economical problem.  The reality is, that many have approached helping the homeless the same way as the Civil Right’s or Women’s movements.  However, homeless people aren’t simply people who are born homeless (typically), the way people are born with different genders or skin colors.  They don’t necessarily need more rights, they need to not have to live on the streets or in shelters.  This “social problem” approach is only one approach of many, but I thought it was quite interesting.

David Wagner has written several books in the past (I haven’t read any of them, but I sound smarter if I mention them), but this time he took on a co-author, Jennifer Barton-Gilman who is an independent scholar.  I had the pleasure of having both authors attend my wedding, Wagner as a guest and Barton-Gilman as the bride, and I enjoyed the experience very much.

If you’re at all interested in the problem of homelessness (particularly its spike in popularity in the 1980’s), then this book is for you.  Even if you haven’t ever thought much about it, I recommend giving it a read, because it will more than likely open your eyes and give you some new insight to homelessness and parts of our society in general.  Those of you who are not savvy in the field of social work or social sciences need not fear; I have never taken a class given by a social work professor in my life and I didn’t find it hard to read at all.  Except for Chapter Two.  There were several terms in that chapter that I needed some explanation of from my wife.  I also learned cool new words like “recalcitrant”!

This book can be purchased directly from the publisher at:

https://www.rienner.com/title/Confronting_Homelessness_Poverty_Politics_and_the_Failure_of_Social_Policy

Overall, I give this book 4 and a half out of 5 stars.  It loses half a point for not mentioning “Man In The Mirror” as an effect of homelessness on our pop culture.  “We Are The World” is mentioned, but “Man In The Mirror” is a better song.  Have a great weekend, everyone, and happy reading!

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Making Memories

A couple of weeks ago, my phone rang on Sunday evening. It was my supervisor, Katie.

I was in the middle of cooking dinner, so I let it go to voice-mail.

I checked the message while dinner was in the oven and called her back.

“I need a wacky favor, if you’re up for it,” she explained. She had found a dog on Craigslist that she wanted to buy for her family, and it was in my general area. She didn’t want to go alone with her children (you know,it is Craigslist), and her husband was working – so would I be up for going with her?

I laughed. This is very much Katie- impulsive, yet endearing.

I told her I’d go and 20 minutes later she picked me up with her 5 and 2 year old daughters in the backseat.

The five year old told me that I should change my name from Jennifer to Jenny. And I should probably tell my Mom to call me Jenny.

The two year old stared at me.

As we began the adventure, Katie told me about the dog, a small yorkie that a family couldn’t have anymore. And that the house we were headed to was down a dirt road, “next to a car parked it a ditch.”

We laughed, both understanding that’s how all good horror movies start.

But the family was nice and she decided to buy the dog after meeting it, and we packed up the car with her daughters, the dog, and all of his supplies.

As we drove away she kept saying”What did I just do!? Who just buys a dog on a whim!? OMG am I crazy?!”

And I laughed. Remembering several times in my childhood when my Mom “impulsively” allowed us to buy a cat while we were waiting for my Grandmother to have testing done in New Hampshire. He rode all the way home on my lap, he was my Gemini, who spent 17 years being my purring buddy and raising Skeeter to have the utmost respect for Cats. And when she and my Dad let me have my Fritz, a puppy given to me by my babysitter. A dog who allowed me to feed him bottles and wrap him in a “raincoat” made of paper towels and yarn, and later howled at the end of the driveway everyday for me after I left home for college.Or Gryffindor, my Mom’s dog that we got on a whim because he was adorable and had the same birthday as my Grandmother.

As I smiled, remembering those times in my life, I turned to Katie and told her – “you aren’t crazy at all! Years from now your little girls will talk about the Sunday night that you brought this dog home for them.  You’re making memories.”

And it may have taken 2 hours out of my Sunday night with my family, but I was truly happy to be part of their memory-making that night.

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Sunday Family Breakfast

With my Mom here in the great state of North Carolina, we’ve cooked up a new family tradition: Sunday Family Breakfast! So for the last month, I’ve been in charge of cooking up a yummy, calorie-full, Sunday breakfast. It’s been so much fun, and it’s been a reason to make use of Pinterest. I’m no food blogger, but here are the last few recipes that have been a hit around these parts…

Buttermilk Blueberry Breakfast Cake – I added a brown sugar crumble topping to this, for some added yummy. It does add about 15 minutes cooking time, and I used 1/3 cup butter, 1/3 cup brown sugar, 2 tsp cinnamon, 4 tbsp flour, 1/4 cup oats and mix together.

Cinnamon Roll Muffins – These were pretty amazing. Best served warm, and don’t forget to share.

This is your basic french toast. Texas toast bread, 4 eggs, milk, vanilla and nutmeg. Don’t forget your REAL Vermont Maple Syrup.

Baked Apple Pie Egg Rolls – This was not for breakfast, but it was SUCH a hit both at home and work that I’m posting the recipe, because it’s a life changer. And it’s super easy to make. And did I mention it’s life changing? Because it is!

Happy Eating everyone!!

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Men are from Mars…

There’s a few things I hate. And I always do them to myself. Like how I didn’t put my clothes away yesterday, so I started today off digging through the hamper full of clothes.

Which made me late, so I didn’t make the bed.

And then I hopped in my car and realized I never got gas over the weekend. And I HATE having to stop and get gas on Monday morning. Don’t ask me why, I just hate it. So I figured I’d push my luck and get gas on my way home from work. Except I didn’t even make it 15 minutes into my ride to work when the gas light came on.

Ugh.

So I think “no big deal, I’ll get gas near work.” I fly by a few gas stations because they aren’t on the right side of the road. Literally and figuratively.

And then I run straight into a huge line of stopped traffic. With my gas light on. Over a bridge. Obviously I start running through all the worst case scenarios. I scan the traffic ahead and behind me, wondering if any of these people carry gas cans filled with gas they might let me use. And then I wonder if I would even have cash to pay that pretend person I was getting gas from. And then I wonder if we brought our gas can from Maine that we used for our lawnmower and if my Mom could siphon gas into it and bring it to me. And… so on. You get the gist.

As I’m sitting there, wishing and hoping and running worst case scenarios through my mind, I laugh out loud, thinking Casey would take this as a challenge, he wouldn’t be panicking – he would be proud. Because you know, it’s such a guy thing to push how far you can go on a tank of gas (no offense to any girls that also take that little gas light as a personal challenge).

Turns out, I made it to a gas station, and all is well. And I  figured out another reason why Men are from Mars and Women are from Planet Common Sense. Well this, and the fact that he’s looking forward to the newest “Die Hard” movie.

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All That Really Matters (by Casey)

All That Really Matters

When I look at you, I realize
There comes a time in someone’s life,
When you find things that matter.

And every time we touch,
The love runs deep.

We realize it’s our to keep,
And that’s all that really matters.

You’ll always be my sweet addiction.
In this life, my saving grace.

Girl, you’re all that really matters,
You know it’s true.
Ain’t no me without you.

When you’re in the dark,
Baby, don’t despair.
I’m just a spark away,
I will be there.
And that’s all that really matters.

You’ll always be my sweet addiction.
In this life, my saving grace.
Girl, you’re all that really matters.
You know it’s true.
Ain’t no me without you.

We’ll share our lives together.
Yes our flame burns on forever.
And at the final curtain call,
We can say we did it all!

You’ll always be my sweet addiction.
In this life, my saving grace.
Girl, you’re all that really matters.
You know it’s true.
Ain’t no me without you.

And when we turn to dust,
And we fly away,
There’ll be a light still burning bright…

…And that’s all that really matters.

“All That Really Matters” lyrics are property of Richie Sambora.

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I write all my best posts while I’m driving.

Okay well I don’t technically write posts while I’m driving, but I do think them up.

And when I think them up they are eloquent, wise, and they would leave you speechless.

No, really. I swear.

But as soon as I get home there’s dinner to be had, dogs to be walked, and I don’t know if you know this but the TV doesn’t watch itself. So those grand ideas leave my head, and world peace goes unsolved yet again.

I could get something to dictate to. But we all know I wouldn’t do that either.

It’s just what we do. When we’re alone with our thoughts -things make sense, they flow, ideas are free to rumble around our brains.

Until the world interrupts. And we move on to the next thing.

Isn’t that always the way?

What problems have you solved, if only in your mind, lately?

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Why I Couldn’t Live Alone

So I was flying solo this weekend. Many bloggers choose not to say when their significant other is out of town for safety reasons. Me? I was just too lazy to blog this weekend, even though I really had nothing else to do.

Well, that’s not entirely true. I did take this weekend to unpack ALL of my clothes. Many of which I haven’t seen since June when I packed them up in Maine. I really probably don’t fit into them anymore since the road trip and holidays anyway. And since Casey wasn’t here to fight for his half of the closet, he has approximate 1/4 of the closet left to fit all of his clothes once he gets around to unpacking. What can I say? First come, first hang? Whatever.

But, anyway. I really could not live alone full time. Sunday afternoon, I came downstairs and the front door was wide open. Naturally, I grabbed the first thing closest to me – a wicker basket for holding mail – and started to search the perimeter. (Stating it that way makes me sound way cooler). Then, somewhere around the guest bathroom I caught sight of myself- crouched half-way down holding a wicker basket saying “Skeeter, where’s the bad guy?!” and I realized I really shouldn’t live alone.

Listen, our front door doesn’t shut tight and I have no doubt that the wind blew it open after I haphazardly shut the door after coming home from the beach. OR, the bad guy is somewhere in here quaking in fear of my wicker basket. I mean, seriously, this house is so big I’d never find him if he kept on the move.

I tried hard to keep myself occupied this weekend. I read on the front porch, I took Skeeter to the beach, I watched Grey’s Anatomy with Stacey (via Skype), I watched “Horrible Bosses” (pretty funny!) and I sought out Thai food. But I am just too much of a social person, and we just don’t have friends here yet. Even if half the time we’re home together I’m telling Casey that I need some alone time. Oh the inner conflict.

Well, Casey is on his way home from Maine and fingers crossed he makes it (his flights were cancelled yesterday, and already delayed again this morning).

So at least I’ll have someone to search the perimeter with me next time.

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Protecting my heart

There is that quote out there that says something like “having a child is like watching your heart walk around outside your body.”

And I’m sure that’s true.

But isn’t that true for everyone we truly love?

I think it’s because we can’t protect those we love. We see them walking around all day, and we just hold our breath – hoping that nothing bad ever happens to them. We want to divert any crisis, take on any illness for them. We want to protect our heart – and our heart is them.

I can’t really get into the specifics -VagueBlogging – it’s all the rage. It’s just that it’s not my story to tell. And it’s not a story for the interwebs. But just throw out your good juju and thoughts if you will.

A piece of my heart, that’s out there walking around outside my body, could really use it right now.

 

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You Are Not Our Second Choice

You were always part of our family plan.

And as life has probably already taught you, life takes our “plans” and laughs at them. We are thrown challenges, changes, and so many curve-balls. Our well thought out plans become nothing but memories.

Things that we believe to be true are not. Things that seem easy can become so very hard.

Life is like that.

So often it gives us what we need, instead of what we believe we need. Those two things aren’t always different, but they are sometimes.

For example, we didn’t know that you would come to us first.

But we always knew you would come to us. That someday, our paths would cross and all of our lives would be forever changed.

I don’t know why it’s so important for you to know this, whoever you are, wherever you are – but my heart needs your heart to understand that you are not our consolation prize. You are not a solution to our own infertility. You are not plan B.

You are not our second choice.

We just didn’t know that you would come to us now, at this time. We thought it would be later.

But it’s not. And isn’t that wonderful?

Life is bringing us all one step closer to each other as we speak.

And when we meet –  when your  footsteps are running down the stairs in the morning, when it is your laugh echoing through this house, when it is you playing with our dog, and when yours is the hand I hold on the way to the bus stop – please know that your presence in our life was planned from the very beginning.

We know that it won’t be an easy journey. That this will be a huge change, and challenge for all of us. However, rest assured, that our family is one worth fighting for. And things that challenge us are the things that make us stronger, better, more capable.

The best things in life are often the things that don’t come easy.

And now that we’re on this path to you?

We can’t wait.

But we will – and it will be totally worth it.

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A New Year Plunge

Some people jump into the ocean on New Year’s Day.

Some people run through the snow barefoot.

Us? We took a different kind of plunge this year.

This plunge? It’s a game changer.

 

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