My parents treated me like a servant. 1 day before…

restaurants shut down, I saw people lining up at food banks for the first time in their lives. People who’d worked forty-hour weeks suddenly couldn’t feed their kids. I had my grandmother’s money. I had culinary skills. I thought, I can help.

I started small. Volunteer work at a church kitchen. Cooking meals. Packing them up. Handing them out. No official continue reading …