Hunger at Home: Hiding the Pain and Learning Shame

Here's what only my closest friends know about me: I was a Head Start kid. A food stamp kid. A public housing kid. A Section-8 kid. A government cheese kid. And at many times, a kid who was food insecure. We never had much, but things went from bad to worse when my dad was laid off. It was 1983 and I was in the sixth grade. He never truly recovered from it. He never again held down a full-time job. And life at home was never the same. My mother worked in a cafeteria at a hospital in town. God...Full Story
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