“For Ellie, the motel — home to her mom, her grandparents and her baby sister for more than a year — remained largely a place of wonder. For Jennifer, it was more like purgatory. Each night, Jennifer said a prayer. ‘Please, God, I’m begging you,’ she’d whisper, pressed tight against her sleeping husband. Her daughter and granddaughters lay snug on a second bed, 2 feet away. ‘Please don’t let the girls remember this.'” Tampa Bay Times: Across Tampa Bay, families cram into motels to avoid life on the street. “Not quite homeless but stuck in transition, working families like Jennifer Spencer’s are trapped in housing purgatory.”