image by mastersofmedia.hum.uva.nl THIS IS MY BRAIN ON POVERTY. Day 1 My 7-yo buried his face in a couch cushion, frustrated he could not have dessert … because there was no dessert. “I didn’t choose to do this challenge Daddy. I don’t want to do it anymore.”
“People don’t choose to be hungry. This is what it feels like,” I said. We’re eating at the federal poverty level of $4.50/day per person for one week. That’s a total of $18/day, $128/week for the 4 of us. Welcome to ou
“Daddy, I’m starving,” my 7-yo lamented, being, to use his own word, “marshmallow-dramatic.”
“What’d you eat for lunch?” I asked, admiring his bright eyes in the rearview, as we drove from school last week.
“Lunch was terrible today. I didn’t eat it.” Aha! There’s the rub. My little prince often opts out of the healthy and abundant meals put before him, yet another irrefutable proof of our privileged lives. And something my wife and I are dead-set on clarifying for our chil