Thursday
Nov082012

Charity

Growing up, my family received quite a lot of charity, from many sources. Government health care paid for at least one of my surgeries, without which I would have died. I spent time in foster care, another government program put into place to provide for those who cannot provide for themselves. Loads of help from church food banks, and clothing drives, and just neighbors who saw a need and helped fill it. Relatives regularly took us in, and fed and clothed us.

Healthy, well-fed, properly dressed, loved.I remember leafing trough the food stamps, back when they were actual stamps and people could steal a family's food budget for the month and leave them hungry. I remember the giant boxes of powdered milk, five-pound blocks of government cheese, black-and-white boxes of "Value-Checked!" generic corn flakes that supplemented our welfare checks. Simple things that helped bridge the gap between my mother's paycheck and making ends meet.

My daughter and I will be taking a few items to drop off at the local farmer's market this weekend, to send to victims of Hurricane Sandy. Whenever we make donations for relief efforts, or a local food bank, or a family's Christmas list, we always make a special shopping trip just for that. It helps the kids see a tangible, simple response to a problem, and it's fun for me. Remembering my own childhood, I always buy the things I wish we had gotten in those boxes of canned goods and pasta. Spiderman Macaroni and Cheese. Cereal with the toy inside. Little packets of real Goldfish Crackers and Capri Suns for lunchboxes.

It might seem like choosing popular brands (and not exactly the super-healthiest) encourages materialism, but it's not about that. When you're a little kid, probably living a somewhat chaotic life already, maybe switching schools regularly because of poverty, abuse, mental health issues, and whatever other factors, all you want is to just be NORMAL. And the easiest way to normal, when you're in that situation, is having what other people have, like the same crackers.

I want to encourage everyone this season, when so many of us will ramp up our charitable giving, to think about who is receiving your gift. Every little bit helps, of course, but for most of the people reading this, the 30-cent difference between the generic and name brand soup won't make or break you. Get the good cereal. Buy the nicer bike for that mitten tree. Give a little extra when you click the "donate" button. You're warm, you're safe, you're fed, and you're confident you'll be in the same circumstances tomorrow. But it's not like that for everyone, and small kindnesses can really make someone's day a little brighter.

As a side note, consider the House of Ruth next time you're making donations. No one should have to be beaten, humiliated, raped, or killed, because they have nowhere to go.

Wednesday
Nov072012

America!!

Thanks to everyone who went out and voted. Four more years of the most adorable political couple ever!

Thursday
Nov012012

Happy Halloween!

We did a group costume this year. I've always wanted to do that.

And at the very last minute, I carved our remaining pumpkin into the requested "baby lion." It's a lion because I said it is.


Halloween, the first of the Eating Holidays. Hope yours was happy!

Wednesday
Oct242012

Eating Out

Five years ago, when we first went gluten free, the thing we missed the most was pizza.
It wasn't so much the taste, but that it's everywhere, all the time. It's the main food at every birthday party, every sporting event. A celebration food, if you will.

Tonight, we celebrated out with not just pizza, but ravioli as well. Gluten free, in a Three Brothers, with some good friends. We're grateful for expanded options, and the growth of society's understanding of celiac and gluten intolerance.

Wednesday
Oct172012

No Excuses

It's been a very long time since I've posted. Life keeps happening, and I haven't made the space to keep up. I'd like to change that. I'm hoping Wednesday night can be a time I check in here, even if its just a few words, a picture, a book review, or recipe.

In the meantime, here's Catherine, enjoying one of the two activities she ever sits still for.