Thousands of addicted, homeless or prostituted women of color try to survive in the District — the most crime-ridden area of Albuquerque, NM
Bella is happy. She has a lock on her door. For the past few years, she had been sleeping in abandoned houses, under bushes or occasionally in a hotel room — all with groups of people. She had moved from place to place, never able to stay anywhere for too long before she and her... 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 →
Yep. Good times. With her kidnapper.
Monica is crouched next to me, intently cleaning a spot on the ground with a napkin. As she wipes, she chatters away, a constant stream of words that I ignore. I am busy doing paperwork, which I have told her three times. I smile and say again in a sing-song voice, “Monica, I’m not listening... Continue Reading →
Women of the District 