This is the house in Pittsburgh where I grew up; Mom and Dad, one sister, two brothers, multiple stray cats, lots of friends, occasional relatives or kids who needed a place to stay, and one bathroom. It worked. Our home was exactly that, a home. It hummed, probably on the edge of chaos, but it was always filled with love. That’s where Mom came in. She was tough, … [Read more]
Tagged As "ending childhood hunger"
When I choose to give, I expect nothing in return except for one thing: the rush of it all. Make no mistake—giving is a choice. And your reasons for giving probably differ from mine and the person sitting next to you. People give out of kind hearts, guilty consciences, gratitude, peer pressure, and they become Secret Santas to avoid being labeled the office pariah … or … [Read more]