Today I helped a mom feed her hungry kids. They were sitting outside the store with a sign. I remember being that hungry kid, oh I was so hungry. I don't have much, but I do have the memory of being hungry to my core. I bought them some cheese sticks and applesauce pouches, stuff I liked when I was a kid. I'm really proud of that mother. It's incredibly vulnerable asking for help in the way she did, but those kids will be fed. If we can all show up for each other, those kids won't have to know the ache deep in their bellies.











