Thousands of addicted, homeless or prostituted women of color try to survive in the District — the most crime-ridden area of Albuquerque, NM
They were never pretty shoes. They were too gaudy for that. They were gold ballet slippers that, by the time we got them, had much of the gilt ripped off with just some flakey patches left on the sides and heels. They looked so shabby that we didn’t put them out with the rest of... Continue Reading →
Friday Nights — No Lights Black Friday has another meaning on the street. No one cares about deals or doorbusters and no one here is going to get “out of the red” by tomorrow morning. This term has an added meaning for us; in about an hour it’s going to be dark so we’ll be... Continue Reading →
(* names removed to protect identities) I arrive at the vacant parking lot that we claim as ours on Friday nights. The shuttered business on this lot has been leased and there is cleanup going on, most of the broken glass has been swept up. Coincidence or instinct that we tend to park our cars in... Continue Reading →
(*names removed to protect identities) “I’m A, what is your name?” I smiled and replied, “I’m M, nice to meet you A.” She knelt down on the asphalt parking lot, “Nice to meet you too.” and picked through a bin of donated clothes. This was my first time meeting her. She didn’t have anything with her... Continue Reading →
Women of the District 