My Fight With Hunger

Growing up, I always got just enough food. If it was the weekend I got three meals. No one made sure I had breakfast or lunch so I often went without. I even remember a teacher buying me lunch one day at school. Friends would share their lunches with me in middle...

It Isn’t Easier: Part 2

It has been brought to my attention that my other post was dripping with something called, “white privilege”. As a person who has yet to experience any of the benefits of being rich and white, I have to argue that I’m not a recipient. Anyone who...