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In my backyard, Please.

Posted on 4/27/2007 3:04:52 PM

The tragic slaying of Corporal Nick Polizzotto at the Wooden Indian Motel earlier this week has rightly shocked our community. On the anniversary of the death of another SBPD officer and in the wake of other recent murders in the area, this shooting seems to be the tipping point.

It should be.

I see on the news and read in the paper that people are calling for change. My hope is that such action won't simply seek to push those driven to desperation away from problem areas, but will also consist of a new resolve to engage these human beings living on the fringes of our society.

Hello to all!

Posted on 4/25/2007 2:01:51 PM

Hello to all:

My name is Cari Wolfe. I am the Center's Community Transition Specialist. Basically, my role is to "transition" the folks, after they attend programming, back into the work force and then out into the community through safe, affordable housing. I enjoy my job thoroughly. I have been employed with the Center for 8 years.

There is no way to tell you (and keep your interest) what I do all day every day in this one e-mail, so I'll fill you in as I go.

Streets of South Bend..

Posted on 4/23/2007 2:39:40 PM

After a brief six months of living in South Bend, the streets are beginning to look familiar. The crevices in the sidewalk in front of Fiddlers’ Hearth and the rough patch of gravel at the Transpo station are subtle milestones on my daily bike ride to work. In the winter months, I watch out for the surreptitious slabs of dark ice that lurk under the train tracks. The curbs, the cars and the crevices on the sidewalk consume my attention as I rattle my way to the Center for the Homeless, but now and again, my attention is diverted. Because the streets are also full of familiar faces.

A Good Shabbos

Posted on 4/20/2007 3:08:50 PM

I am currently working on a short story entitled A Good Shabbos. In it, a Kentuckian is living in San Diego, California and is observing a Sabbath. I explain that she does this once every month or two, and it is never an obligatory gesture or ritual. She is always honoring her own reoccurring need to create an “island in time;” a place and moment for dialogue with the Divine. Near the beginning she is reading T.S. Eliot:

She picks up her book. She takes another sip. She reads, whispering to herself,

This is the use of memory:/ For liberation – not less of love but expanding…

She leans back, closes her eyes, and practices the use of memory. Maybe, she

hopes, she will one day get it right.


Here it is, a Friday. And here it is, Days of Remembrance. And here, with what happened at Virginia Tech, we have another holocaust of the soul playing itself out in another universal tragedy. We are given something new to absorb, mourn, and remember.

Maybe we will try to get it right.


Posted on 4/19/2007 2:57:55 PM

After watching Sanjaya get kicked off American Idol last night, I found myself in a joking mood when I settled in front of the computer to write my first blog ever. After all, I play practical jokes here at the Center all the time! So I thought that I would use this forum as an opportunity to write our first blog and fill it with jokes about the Center, our staff or other recent happenings around here. And then I realized, what we are trying to do here is no joke. Don't misunderstand me, we have lots of fun and laughs at the Center for the Homeless, but when all is said and done, homelessness and poverty is not a laughing matter. I have a good friend who tells me he jokes about a lot of things, but when it comes to money, he's dead serious. He happens to be a financial advisor, so this makes sense. Well, I, too joke about a lot of things, but when it comes to dealing with the issues that our guests (those that live at the Center for the Homeless) face, there's no joking.

So, as we begin our first day of blogging know that we will be serious about matters that face our guests, but we will have fun when it's appropriate.

STAR Graduations

Posted on 4/19/2007 1:54:49 PM



The Center for the Homeless was proud to partner with NIPSCO for the 14th graduation ceremony of our STAR (Skilled, Trained, Able and Ready) Program on Friday, April 13th. We thank NIPSCO for their support.

STAR is a five-week intensive course focused on job retention and training. Through this course, students learn the necessary skills to become effective in the workplace by participating in externships, mock interviews, as well as learning to write resumes and cover letters.

For more articles and information read on..

Old 2 Gold!

Posted on 4/19/2007 1:41:11 PM



From Old 2 Gold is billed as the "Year End Campus Yard Sale." Over 70,000 square feet of concourse area in Notre Dame Stadium will be dedicated for this yard sale. The general public is invited to attend the sale. For more information please visit

Corn Hole Classic III

Posted on 4/19/2007 1:39:59 PM



Presented by the Young Professionals Against Poverty, the Center for the Homeless will put on its 3rd Corn Hole Classic at Casa del Rio, located on the corner of 23 and Edison, on Saturday, May 12 from Noon to 5:30. The game that’s taken the Midwest by storm takes the form of a double-elimination tournament with teams of two trying to outscore opponents in exciting and fast-paced matches. It’s $40 per team with all proceeds benefitting the Center and its fight against homelessness. Register at!

A Toast

Posted on 4/18/2007 9:30:03 AM

Hi, my name is Hannah Rush. I’ve been asked to introduce myself, and to share my ideas, poetry, and experiences here at the Center. I suppose starting off with a poem would be appropriate, because poetry includes identity, experience and idea without even meaning to.

This poem is the only good-bye I was able to give to my aunt, Mary Francis Hooker Golob, who died a couple of months ago after a two decade struggle with cancer. I hadn’t seen her in over ten years and was financially unable to travel to attend her memorial service.