by Sarah McGowan
Content/Photo Editor, The WIP
- USA -
Denise and Esteban, both in their early 50’s, moved into my apartment building eight months ago. Our first encounter occurred in the hallway while I precariously lumbered up the 53 stairs leading to my apartment on crutches, my leg in a cast. Their moving boxes dominated our shared landing and while at first I flushed with frustration, both were so instantly compassionate, offering their assistance and clearing out of the way, that I immediately forgave the transgression.
When they invited me into their apartment months later, I was enthralled by the beauty of their home and the artifacts they had collected on their many travels.

Photograph by Sarah McGowan
Reflective of Esteban’s Latino roots and Denise’s complimentary love for religious artifacts, finely crafted wood furniture, and Mexican folk art, their home was an oasis in the urban sprawl just north of downtown Los Angeles.
Denise and Esteban had relocated from another large city, where both had worked for over a decade with the homeless population on Skid Row, Denise as a psychiatric nurse and Esteban as an advocate. When referring to his 17 years on the Row, Esteban demurred, “It’s not that long, really.” An interlude in Mexico had found the couple contented personally, but the reality of a paycheck had brought them back to California and their respective professions.