Sorry, but my grandmother, mother or sister never would be homeless, for any or all would be living with me or my siblings. There never would have been a need. It's what families do. Perhaps it's time to advocate for that. Loudly. Publicly. Finally.

Until then, your holier-than-thou posture, cute as it may be to strike in secular Eugene, isn't the least bit persuasive. Don't be so quick to play the shameless relative card next time unless you're prepared to swallow it.