Nights were uncertain for Carol “Hannah” Brenner. She slept on benches, on the grass, at the Salvation Army shelter, sitting up in an all-night copy shop. On a good night she might have had an overhang to protect her from the elements. A bad night brought danger and worse. One particular morning in October, asked where she would sleep that night, she paused, held back tears and finally whispered, “I don’t know.”Read More
