We were talking about public housing options when it started to drizzle. Raindrops tapped on the sunbaked blue tarp that half-covered our heads and evaporated quickly from the hot ground. As the sprinkle turned to a shower, I looked up and angled my head for shelter. “Come,” Aunty Penny motioned to me with her hand, inviting me out of the rain, deeper into the home she … [Read more...] about The Kanaha ʻOhana Finds its Voice: How COVID-19 has rallied the forgotten homeless