Diddle Her On The Roof

The story of the last 10 years: Six houses, each more communal & livable than the one before it; my family is thrown out because of the unstable housing market. It is slowly reassembling in my head, in the form of a musical theatre parody. I am a grumbling Grrrl Tevye, packing my family's ragged belongings, bidding a tearful farewell to one more beloved Anatevka.
Yet another landlord has kicked us out, so he can sell the house. We are trying to convince him to sell it to US,
since we are very happy here, and we have joined a really cool housing co-op, and are getting help with financing.
The landlord is not being as flexible as we had hoped he would. This means we have two weeks left in which to find another rental, or another house for sale at a better price, so three kids who live here are not out in the winter cold.
My savings are depleted by the last 2 moves (2 in the past year!), my kids' dad is homeless, so HE can't take 'em.
My eldest child - my lovely daughter - suffers a fresh heartache every time we move. She has become a young lady before my very eyes; a really ticked-off young lady who revels in the company of her neighborhood friends, and cries buckets
each time this happens.
This housing co-op is an amazing thing. http://www.portlandcollectivehousing.org/
ALL OF US SHOULD GET TOGETHER AND FIRE OUR LANDLORDS!
It's proving to be a really intense process, since this kind of homebuying is still unusual. It's good to be part of crafting a
better model for living, but scary. Clearly, we can't keep renting, and expect to be able to stay put long enough to prosper.
Pray for us, my sisters! Oh, and seriously: fire your landlord!