Facing Poverty in Muncie, Indiana

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

Somewhere between what I think & what I say is what I mean. Old guns,…

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

As I lifted 1,176 jugs of apple cider into vehicles on Thursday morning, my heart…

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

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

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

It’s best not to believe in Christmas when the safety net has vanished. — By…

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

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

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

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

“There are 10 of us moving across the country. We have a choice to make.…

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

It was 31 years ago, the summer after we moved to the country. When I’d…

My new house will be 1200 square feet and one story tall. It will have…

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

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

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