I found this website today and love the idea, although the name doesn’t rock me, the concept is generous and wonderful, and as any marketer knows, the name lets people know immediately what the product is for. Maybe “Street-people sacks?” Doesn’t have the same ring, but I won’t complain. I think the good outweighs the name and if we give them out at Halloween, maybe we can remove the stigma by making “Beggar Bags” for kids and anyone who needs a quick snack eh? Anyway…..the idea DEFINITELY nets Lisa an …

“Your attitude towards life defines not only who you are, but the quality of life you are after.”
I read a lot. And I talk to a lot of people. And I’m firmly convinced that our moods, for 90% of us, are directly related to our attitude about our lives, our situation, our happiness. A friend sent me an email this morning with dozens of photos of this boy and his artificial legs, his smile and his obvious involvement in a very active life around him. He has, it seems, a …

I’m at the point now where people send me lots of stories about other homeless people. It’s cool. People send Seth Godin stories about remarkable businesses and cool new products. They send Chris Guillebeau travel tips or news and stories about places they’ve traveled where he’s been. They send Elliott their travel horror stories. Me? I get pure inspiration. Because people send me stories about other homeless people who are down, or have been down and have gotten up, or gotten out, or are in that process. And that my …

I get a lot of questions from readers about van-dwelling, so I’m going to talk more about that this week. I promise. I’m also in the process of writing an ebook about how to start, what to consider, how to find parking spots and how to “survive” and “thrive” on the road….Hint: to do it legally, you need to work at something!
Originally I wanted to be a full-time RV’er. I surfed websites for RV’s, and read all the camping stuff, did the traditional thing of buying a camper and finding …

Somewhere in that morning mist of awakening and letting go of the dreams of the night before, the knot popped up in my mind. The kind of knot that you find on a futon, snugging layers of batting and foam together. It hung there, in a kind of dusty morning sunlight image as I debated waking up or not. It had drifted through my dreams all night and there it was. Still demanding to be noticed.
And here I am. Sorting through quotes, through bible verses, through fact and visualization…trying to …