We attended the Social Entrepreneurship Conference on Wednesday, April 11. It was hosted by Temple’s Fox School of Business, entitled “Investing in Urban Communities: Balancing Growth & Inclusion.” Event advertisements encouraged participants to “join a
Freedom Theater. Church of the Advocate. The United Negro Improvement Association. These are institutions with valued histories and traditions. They are historical markers that sit right in our backyard here in North Philadelphia, personifying this
(Orginally published in the 5/1 issue) The first few days living on the streets are the toughest, several homeless people told me during the more challenging times of my weeklong homeless excursion. Meant as encouragement,
(Originally published in the 4/24 issue) I jerked up from the 7-Eleven table and looked at my situation, temporarily blurred from sleeping in drool: for three frozen nights I escaped the cold, risking my life
(Orginally published in the 4/17 issue) About 19 years since listing Temple as a prospective college, Louis “Butch” Edinger was still deliberating. He was still scared of rejection, too, even after ebbing to utter homelessness
(Orginally published in the 4/10 issue) Drifters, dreamers, mountain men, schemers. Romantic ideals of life on the range planted themselves deep within my youth and had blossomed since. Solitary field trips began and ended with
(Orginally published in the 3/27 issue) The wind was cold and stinging at 1:20 a.m., Monday, March 5.So were the cops. Moments after the transit police had gutted Market East Station, hurling the homeless lives
(Orginally published in the 3/20 issue) I overstayed my time at the Homeless Hilton and figured to check out with my belongings. However, a problem emerged from the corner of Market East Station’s lobby in
(Orginally published in the 3/13 issue) Before witnessing a slit throat and the behind-the-scheme tactics of the city hustlers that night, I sat on a New Jersey Transit bus, thumbing through unread pages of Dostoevsky’s
(Orginally published in the 2/27 issue) I’ve heard the joke before – the one about the communications major, the homeless magpie and – punch line – the remarkable lack of differences. It wasn’t funny then,