My wealthy grandmother saw me and my 6-year-old daughter at a family shelter. She asked, “Why aren’t you living in your house on Hawthorne Street?” I was stunned. “What house?” Three days later, I arrived at a family event, and my parents went pale…
My name is Maya Hart, and six months ago, I was not homeless. I was a nursing assistant with a modest savings account, a car that smelled like vanilla air freshener, …
My wealthy grandmother saw me and my 6-year-old daughter at a family shelter. She asked, “Why aren’t you living in your house on Hawthorne Street?” I was stunned. “What house?” Three days later, I arrived at a family event, and my parents went pale… Read More