She furnishes her small hillside cottage with garage sale leftovers. Decorating her dining table are discarded church bouquets.
Thrift-shop mismatches make up her silverware, empty food containers are washed and reused, cleaned jars are now drinking glasses. Food scraps feed stray wildlife.
Then there are the men: Dumped boyfriends, ex-husbands, grieving fathers. In addition to comforting conversation and tea, Joanne sometimes offers herself for a night.
Most mornings, she celebrates her achievements with affirmations in front of the mirror.
Lately, however, a question has begun disrupting her thoughts: