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My Boys Think We’re Camping—But They Don’t Know We’re Homeless


I told the boys we were going camping. “Just us guys,” I said, like it was an adventure. Like I hadn’t sold my wedding ring three days earlier just to afford gas and peanut butter.

The thing is… they’re too little to know the difference. They think sleeping on air mattresses and eating cereal from paper cups is fun. They think I’m brave. Like I’ve got some kind of plan.

But truth is, I’ve been calling every shelter from here to Roseville and no one has a spot for four. The last place said maybe Tuesday. Maybe.

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