Poverty: A Cross You Can’t Put Down

It’s a cold and snowy day here in my corner of the Pacific Northwest. I woke up this morning to snow on the ground which isn’t a common thing here. It’s the kind of day where you want to cuddle on the couch with a blanket and a cup of something warm, to be sure.

As I waited with my kids at the bus stop, the wind started picking up, blowing the snow. I was the only parent at the stop this morning, so I fussed at Middlest’s classmate to put up her hood, the other girl to zip her coat all the way, and I gathered them around me in a circle, everyone’s chin tucked into their coats and scarves, with their backs to the wind.

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