Where is Humanity

When the Fridge Is Full but the World Is Hungry

Before I lay down for bed after a long day, I find myself planning Sunday dinner. What will I cook? It’s become my routine to prepare two meals—one for my son and something different for myself. Sometimes we order takeout. I don’t cook as much as I used to since Im now a widow.

I used to take joy in cooking for my husband. Now it feels more like a chore. Still, I keep the freezer and pantry full out of habit. I’ve always had a quiet fear of running out of food, so I overbuy. We went from a family of six to just two, yet my shopping habits haven’t changed.

Then my thoughts drift—like they often do—to the state of the world. Another crisis, another blow to families already stretched thin. SNAP benefits are reportedly on hold for November 2025. That once “magical” EBT card, the one that could buy bread and milk, is now just a piece of plastic—powerless to feed the many who depend on it.

No, this doesn’t directly affect me. But emotionally, it does. I can’t stop thinking about the children who will go to bed hungry, about mothers forced to choose between paying rent or buying groceries. I imagine people standing in long lines at food banks, only to discover there’s little left when they finally reach the front.

I’ve seen the harsh comments online: “Get a job.” “They shouldn’t have kids if they can’t afford them.” Words that sting because they reveal how divided we’ve become.

But here’s what many don’t realize: SNAP benefits don’t simply reflect economic need—they reflect inequality. Households headed by women—disabled, unemployed, low wage earners, older women, and caregivers—are more likely to need this assistance because of historic and structural gaps in wages and support.

In fiscal year 2023, about 39% of all SNAP participants were children, 42% were adults between 18 and 59, and 19% were age 60 or older.

Looking at race and ethnicity, roughly 35% of participants identified as White (non-Hispanic), 26% as Black/African American, 16% as Hispanic/Latino, 4% as Asian, and 1% as Native American—with about 17% not reporting race.

That means many of the people we might reflexively think of as “other” are in fact part of the broader American family of struggle. And when SNAP is disrupted, those interconnecting layers of disadvantage—age, gender, race, and working-poor status—feel the impact most keenly.

And then comes the domino effect. When one mother can’t pay rent because she had to buy food, her landlord may fall behind on the mortgage. Stores lose revenue, raise prices to compensate, and the cycle deepens. Federal workers miss paychecks, some receiving only partial wages. Yet, somewhere, a new president is building a ballroom in the White House—while millions wonder how to keep food on the table and heat in their homes.

I keep thinking, what if? Because so much of what we once took for granted feels uncertain now.

Trump’s World

Listen up – don’t dare tell me to shut up or claim my words lack insight. Truth when spoken is worth more than gold. It’s light that shines showing us what’s wrong or right in this world.

There’s a devil in the midst, whispering lies, ignoring the cries of a nation in fear.  An evil host, desecrating our space. Leaving behind bitterness, sorrow, tears. Some of you gave him a toast, yes raised a glass to him, drank to his fraud and played his game of insanity.

SHAME ON YOU!  For playing along, for feeding his fire, then running from the flames. Some of you no more than cattle blind to the battle allowed him to tame you.

The constitution gives us hope. A joke to him wages a sin against humanity. A document to rewrite however he sees fit. You won’t win. The sacred words that built this country now under siege in real time, not myth but fact.

He slides into madness – vision askew. Breaking bonds with nations abroad. What does he see? Power and pride. What do you see? A tyrant. A fraud. The sacred flame that united us as one is burning fast. The question is how long must his madness last?

His eyes – shut to our nation’s needs. Take heed. Listen to his plan as he spins out of control holding this country hostage to his demands. Don’t silence truth. Don’t quiet dissent. Don’t let him cage the voice of hope. Life isn’t a joke to sweep under a rug by this man who is criminal and portrays a thug.

He wears a mask riddled with holes. Empty of a soul. His strength is from pain. Feeds on discord growing  in the dark. Sinful laughter that creeps from him as we shoulder the strain.

Watch closely…..the road he paves. We carry the weight. He plays the game.  Some stand idle, blind to his moves. Human pieces , pawns of shame. He calls this great but greatness it’s not.  Not when built on hatred and rooted in fear.

We contemplate peace yet we dread the next day. Shaky. Unclear our fears. 

Citizen, immigrant, documented or not. We all feel it. The pull. The twist. The sting. The hist of a snake.  What’s the angle, the plan as he strangles the American dream.

Don’t dare me to shut up- this truth is mine and must be told.

Roe Vs  Wade – a right reversed. A woman’s voice now silent.  Can love be love if judged by law? Who decides what’s right or wrong – whose passion is allowed to speak?

Mass deportation echoes loud. History repeats. In painful hues. From Project Wetback to braceros. Immigrants served and were used.  Then tossed away. Tools gone dull. Shipped though citizens true. Not forward – no. We move in reverse. And the pain it’s carried by me as by you too.

Families torn, mothers, fathers, children wave though bus window glass. Citizens by birth…….punished by blood. Compassion now a thing of the past.

We are many- many faces , many voices. Many names, documented, undocumented. Human beings not pawns in a game.

Doctors, laborers, teachers, and more. Artist, actors and yes even thieves. We are gay, straight, trans. Proud mothers, fathers. Each heart believes. Black, Brown, White, Yellow, red – every hue the eye can see. We climb. We strive. We sacrifice. Chasing the American Dream.

We came some by force and some by choice but we all want a piece of Liberty and not misery.

And still we hope and still we rise for we are one struggling to survive this calamity.

We are humanity with a voice of free will to make our own choice.