As a Homeless Kid He Always Dreamed of Going to Disney World…Then This Happened.

The boat approached the landing where we would soon dock in a foreign land of magic and mystery. My wife leaned over and held my hand tightly, our four year old resting snugly on her hip. The laughter and joy was happening in slow motion around me. In just a few moments I would join the thousands of others in the reverie, but first I had a funeral to attend. When I stepped off of that boat and onto this sacred ground, I would be burying the broken parts of my childhood, and yet at the same time reclaiming something special. “Simba didn’t have a home, but he was king, Cinderella rose from the ashes, and a pauper named Aladdin had his wishes granted… maybe there was hope for us after all?” When I was a child, my father lost everything and our family became homeless nearly overnight. The heartbeat of my normal childhood came to a sudden and hard stop.…

I’m moving my family of 5 into a tiny house… here’s why:

  When I was a child, I could have never expected for our family to become homeless. My early childhood was the appropriate level of normal and dysfunctional. I fought with my siblings, but we also played together every day in the field outside of our house. Financially speaking, my parents couldn’t always say yes, but we always had Christmas, birthdays, and the occasional candy bar while checking out at the grocery store. Then, suddenly something changed. At first it was little things like introducing food stamps, or mom and dad started yelling more. It did not take long before we were bouncing from one hotel to the next or sleeping in our van. The stability of a childhood home was replaced with extreme uncertainty and fear.   People don’t want to talk about family homelessness because it is scary and unsightly. It isn’t something that should be happening in a first world country. However, every single day, families find themselves…

For far too long, the national conversation on homelessness has been only about restoration, but not prevention. When an individual or family moves from the area of poverty, and into full blown legitimate homelessness, it becomes a very expensive to rebuild their life. It is…

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Our happiness depends on eating pizza sometimes.

A few years ago, we had these friends who were opinionated about every single thing we chose to spend our money on. They wanted to know how much things cost, and were really nosy and competitive about finances. In their defense, Nathan was still a priest at the time, and for whatever reason, many people (not just this particular couple) could not mentally separate church finances from our personal finances, despite the fact that the majority of our income came from side-jobs. Anyway, this couple was the most opinionated about us ordering pizza. It was such a weird obsession. They saw it as so frivolous and expensive, and made a huge deal about it every single time. Unfortunately, they lived across the street, so they could see us any time we had it, and they made sure to bring it up. It just so happens that Nathan really, really likes pizza, and so we ordered it pretty regularly. I’ll admit, he might…

I recently read a report that said, on average, people are spending half of their income on housing. After you pay for the house itself, there is the water and electric, plus basic upkeep. Then, as the square footage grows, so does the surrounding cost.…

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