Tagged with poverty

First, They Came for the Trade Unionists…

First, They Came for the Trade Unionists…

There it was – flags and billy clubs. Everything my mother ever warned me about. Continue reading

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The orange card with a bridge on it

The orange card with a bridge on it

I never want to forget what it is like to be poor and afraid. I don’t want to forget the desperation I felt. I don’t want to forget that there are millions of people in this state who still need that card to stay fed and housed. Continue reading

The courage to say a hearty yes to my adventure

The courage to say a hearty yes to my adventure

It’s been something of a whirlwind here the past couple of days. A lot has been happening in a way I couldn’t have foreseen, and most of it is good stuff. And some of it has me thinking about my old friend Joe Campbell and something he said: “When you follow your bliss… doors will open where you would not have thought there would be doors; and where there wouldn’t be a door for anyone else.” Continue reading