I once wrote a human interest article for a newspaper about a woman with three children living in a tent with cardboard boxes for a floor. They had been living in the tent in the woods for months, and she was dreading the oncoming winter. She had a job but couldn’t afford housing.
My photographer and I had to hitch a ride in a brush buggy built to go through wetland woods to get to her. She and her sons walked to the tent because she had no car, and she had pitched it as far back from the road as she could in hopes no one would see them and make them leave the property.
This wasn’t in some third-world country. It was in the US south and not far from a bustling town. It was fall, and she was dreading the cold winter coming and the hoard of hunters who would soon descend on any unmarked land.
I can’t remember the whole story because it was 30 years ago. Still, after the story was published, she got several offers for better places to live and other help, too. Her life changed because I got a tip and did a story. But it didn’t help the others in the same or worse situations.
There are so many others.
I wondered today why I’ve never written about a particular couple I know who are also prime examples of the…
