My mother, Camella, grew up poor - like depression poor, only it wasn’t the depression era. I remember her telling my brother and I of watching other kids eat their lunch at school when she had nothing. She talked of going to bed hungry. She talked of no food in the house day after day.
I remember, as a small child, thinking, “why didn’t someone do something to help?” Maybe help was available and her parents didn’t know about it. Maybe her parents were too proud to ask for help. Maybe no one offered help. So, in honor of my mother, I’m offering help to families in need.