The Brilliant Resilience of a Child in Poverty

I wasn’t born with a silver spoon in my mouth but in my childhood I was also never considered poor. We had the latest everything, the pool in the yard, the house in one of the few good areas of Brooklyn at the time. It makes you wonder how it all went wrong for me.

But my daughter. She has the resilience of ten men. She doesn’t care about what we can and can’t buy. She asks for…