1993: Dear Chris, You literally took me in

Dear Chris,

Far too many find themselves without a safe place to sleep on a daily basis all over the world.  I have only been in this circumstance for one day in my entire life.  The backstory and circumstance are not important, but I am forever grateful that you opened your door without hesitation.  You and your wife were so kind.  While I was not a complete stranger, we were passing acquaintances and I’m sure it was awkward and even troubling to choose to say “yes” when you received that phone call.

Your lovely back garden was the perfect place for me breathe and gather myself to figure out my next move.  I rudely spent most of the evening on the phone and was on my way with a plan in a day or two.  I certainly hope you felt my gratitude at the time, but the magnitude of that day and your offer of shelter have stayed with me ever since.

Thank you so much for lightening a very heavy day with such grace and kindness.

Gratefully,

Ann Simonds

aka Ann Bradway

 

aka Annie Hoagland

 
Laura Max Rose

Laura Max Rose is the proud mom of her two beautiful daughters, Selma Baines (3.5) and Violet Mae (<1!) A writer among other things, she started “Look Ma’ No Hands” shortly after Violet was born upon realizing her hands might not be free to type blog posts for a while, but that she still had a whole lot to say. The episodes of “Look Ma, No Hands” are her candid dispatches from the frontlines of motherhood. She interviews experts in fields pertaining to motherhood, mothers themselves and all-around heartwarming and thought-provoking folk whom she hopes will make everyone’s journey easier, fuller and more joyful.

Laura lives in Houston, Texas with her Beshert (that’s Hebrew for “soulmate”), their two girls and beloved Dog, Hampton. Laura’s Husband, Ben Rose, is currently running for Harris County Attorney. You can learn more about him and support his campaign here.

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