While I was in DC, I had the honor of meeting Madelyne who is also from Texas. It’s such an honor to say that I know her. Her blog is beautifully written and so insightful and touching. Liberals in Texas can be few and far between and I’m lucky I can call her my friend.
“I wish I got free food,” whispers an older woman standing behind me at the grocery store check out register. She has never laid eyes on me before. She does not know my name or who I am. She does not know where I live or where I am from, but there is one thing she is certain of: my family and I are lazy, dependent, undeserving, and her hard-working family is the sole reason I receive food stamp benefits. I don’t bother responding to these kind of comments, because I know that nothing I say and nothing I do will amend her prejudice toward me. What I wish I could tell her and what plays repeatedly in my mind as I load my groceries and make the drive home is my story, and how I got here.
Since 2010 my mother’s health has experienced a rapid decline. First being diagnosed with Hyper…
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