Chronicles of a student of International Development. Our words and actions have it. We realize most viscerally the differences between the weights of our words when we lack that weight, when our voices fall on deaf ears, and when others are heard over us. This is what I want all you folks to have in mind when considering my post about Pride not being enough. By Lindsay Jack, a K-W slam poet.

Learning simplicity and my place within the hundred percent. The Day I Chose Not to Eat. Thirdly I was not free to live my life. Today I am glad to say I have a healthy relationship with food. I decided one day last September that I would just. Therefore the conversation and struggle to end poverty continues. Unlike my approach of s.

I have heard over and over again; we went wrong with suburbs, our growth and the invention of the car. In the 50s everything was about working and consuming. After the war and depression and changes in the economy again brought out the worst of us. If only I could go back in time and tell them to stop buying things in boxes and going from box to box. From there on out I t.