Facing Poverty in Muncie, Indiana

Jolie Marie’s Story

Jolie Marie’s Story 19 The age my life changes forever. Nevada highways on a Harley…

No One

We were sitting on the couch and they came in and said, “Your daddy passed…

Cycles of Life

In some sense, where I am today completes a circle in my life path. From…

Man on a Mission

Understanding Christianity did not become real to me until my senior year at Ball State…

A Square Peg

I am the oldest of seven kids. We were raised in middle class by strict…

Limbo

There is nothing more heartbreaking than listening to your child cry “dada” while he is…

An Open Door

When I was younger, there was no doubt in my mind that I wanted to…

Not Just a Driver

I am a driver, but not just any driver: a deliverer. Most people see me…

A Lesson in Gratitude

Being 79 years old and a retired nurse, I have seen hardships over the years…

Hope Pulls Me Forward

Since I am a seventh generation Yorktown person, I know most of the folks in…

Nuances of Poverty

Not living in poverty ourselves, we don’t always recognize the sort of difficulties that can…

The Color of Muncie

I was born in Muncie in 1945 and grew up in the Whitely neighborhood. I…

A Thousand Pieces

I was brought up in an upper middle class family where everyone knew of my…

It’s Not Your Fault

The basement looked like an ice rink. Kids might have wanted to play on it…

Hope is a luxury

Hope is a luxury, not given into easily–Such a frightening thing Hope is. Reaching out…

Jolie Marie’s Story

as told to and written by poet Jeffrey Own Pearson 19 The age my life…

It’s not Your Fault

The basement looked like an ice rink. Kids might have wanted to play on it…
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