Journalism. Social justice. Food.
Those are the three things I care about more than anything, and they all start, like this blog, with a story.
Out on assignment for my local newspaper last summer, I did a series of interviews over dinner at the downtown Soul’s Harbor homeless shelter.
Though the story was on what the homeless population of a mid-sized Midwestern town needed to get back on its feet, one comment about the conditions at the shelter (that didn’t make it into the news story) stuck with me.
“The food’s real good here,” said one shelter resident, a man not much older than me.
In the midst of being new to this part of the country, suddenly without a place to live and without a job, the ham, beans and cornbread, served in styrofoam bowls, were good enough to talk about.
As seems to be the theme, dinner is where I would find my stories.