Sabra Boyd

1 week ago | realchangenews.org | Sabra Boyd

In the mid-1980s, Maria Foscarinis left her job as a litigator at a large corporate law firm after volunteering to represent pro bono cases and advocate for homeless families. She led the effort to pass the first federal legislation to help protect the rights of unhoused people and, in 1989, founded the National Homelessness Law Center.

2 weeks ago | realchangenews.org | Sabra Boyd

Seattle is a city of writers. Some of the most celebrated memoir writers in the world live here. And many of those writers are also playwrights. Which came first for these memoirist playwrights? The book or the play? Did the writing process begin with painfully awkward memoir workshops, like when I read aloud to strangers in a harshly lit conference room and a man said, “That’s not how women talk,” when I quoted my own self in my own draft?

1 month ago | realchangenews.org | Sabra Boyd

Law enforcement and logging trucks rumbled into Deschutes National Forest in the dark morning hours of May 1 at 3 a.m. The largest encampment sweep on federal land ever, which evicted everyone living in the China Hat area — just south of Bend, Oregon — began after a federal judge denied the complaint for an injunction and a temporary restraining order, which had been intended to give residents more time to find alternative housing.

May 5, 2024 | invisiblepeople.tv | Sabra Boyd

Asleep on the top bunk of a homeless youth shelter in Portland, Oregon, I woke gasping for air. I couldn’t move. Flailing, I tried to throw off the sheets, binding me down in the darkness. A figure loomed above me. Someone was holding me down, not something. Panicked, confused, and disoriented, I thought I was dreaming. I kicked hard between their legs. They buckled in pain. My foot firmly planted on their torso, I sent them flying off the bunk bed. They fell with a thud.

Apr 19, 2024 | sabraboyd.substack.com | Sabra Boyd

Asleep on the top bunk of a homeless youth shelter in Portland, Oregon, I woke gasping for air. I couldn’t move. Flailing, I tried to throw off the sheets binding me down in the darkness. Sabra Boyd: A Workaholic in Progress is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. A figure loomed above me. Someone was holding me down, not something. Panicked, confused, and disoriented, I thought I was dreaming.