Breaking news: After living at WISEPlace for Women for 6 months, I had to live with my pastor's in-laws for the weekend, then move into a made-over bus terminal converted into a homeless shelter. Let's be frank: you can take a pig, give it a good bath, paint its hooves with nail polish, spray it with perfume, dress it in a silk gown, wig and makeup, but it's still going to be a pig. We--there are, I estimate, at least 200 people here--sleep on aluminum frame cots with a pad, blankets and if you're lucky, a pillow. I am not lucky. Three meals a day, showers (15 minutes, towel but no washcloth provided, cold water from a pull cord), and services for mental health, addictions, etc.. At night, you may have trouble getting to sleep due to gigglers, screamers--one old man kept yelling "Help!" over and over several times; he was told to be quiet, was asked what the problem was but I didn't hear his reply, and even after that he kept yelling-- and people who have a bad day and insist on taking it out on others verbally. Safe place, but still watch your stuff. I need to call another place; all others are full or I don't qualify.