Food Insecurity – it is a fancy way for saying “I could go hungry or be unable to feed my family”.
Food is a main part of human budgets. Food is fuel, medicine, community, and comfort – but without food, a person will surely die. Almost 13% of Americans are “Food Insecure”.
Food insecurity:“Limited or uncertain availability of nutritionally adequate and safe foods or limited or uncertain ability to acquire acceptable foods in socially acceptable ways.” (Cook & Frank, 2008, p. 193)
Low food security: reduced quality and variety of diets
Very low food security: disruption of normal eating patterns and hunger
The risk of food insecurity extends to people living above the federal poverty level
Ineligible for assistance programs
Competing expenses (e.g. rent, utilities)
I try not to come to you with a problem without showing you a solution.
This is my back yard. That is a 4×8 garden bed with soil that is a mix of mulch, exploded rock and soil.
It was assembled by volunteers from MEND. (This is my front yard and driveway. Yes, I helped too.) The green barrel is filled with the results of my attempt to clean up before they came.
MEND and other Food Banks give out boxes of food, and that is awesome. What could be better? Having a measure of self sufficiency is better. Being able to grow my own food, control the chemicals on the food, and teaching my child to garden . . . that is better!
Every Tuesday I am in a “Gardening Class” and I have learned all the parts of plants, how to recognize pests, ways to mix plants and how to water. I have seedlings sprouting on my kitchen window preparing to transplant.
Usually these go in soil, but my back yard is mostly pavement so the metal stakes stick up, and were hard to see so I topped them with Rubber Ducks. Yep, I am a mommy and the urge to baby proof doesn’t fade.
MEND and the California Master Gardeners are building these and teaching classes to the owners. I am excited to see how well this works and will keep you updated.
I can’t always control my income, but I can control some part of the access to food my family has so we won’t be insecure.
Food is a necessary ingredient to sustaining human life. It is also culturally defined the community experience, a family gathering point, personal history, exercise and activity, a component of wellness, a social event, currency, crafts, and employment. (Paraphrased from Chef Richard Weinroth)
Food is expensive – even with coupons and food stamps. It is even more expensive if you don’t ave a lot of money and do not qualify for this type of assistance. I was at MEND (I know, you are not shocked) asking the staff how they address this for their clients.
The Food Bank
The Food Pantry (where other food banks come for food)
The Hot Lunch Program
Homeless Food Bags
Diabetic Food Boxes
Home Gardening Program
Kid’s Food Education
It seems they have already given this some thought.
I am a terrible gardener. This is just another painful reminder that I am adopted because my parents and grandparents and great grandparents all have had meaningful and fruitful (see what I did there?) relationships with plants. With that in mind, and because I feel comfortable at MEND, I gave #6 a hard look and decided to try the Home Gardening Program.
I have to say that they take this seriously and I already planted 4 different types of seeds. NExt I have to schedule a home site visit to see if I have room for a 4×8 garden plus soil delivery . I have 3 more weeks of classes.
Tell me why you this this might be a good or bad idea.
Every well run fundraiser is well planned. Sometime in September the lights stay on for late Wednesday evening meetings at the MEND center on San Fernando.
I have never been a “lady who lunches”, instead I am a “lady who grabs my kid from daycare, zooms through McDonald’s and rushes up a flight of stairs to kiss 25 faces before sitting down and starting kindergarten homework while the meeting starts”. It is not glamorous, or well executed, but it is how I roll.
How the Committee works
Despite how I perform as a Gala member, everyone else comes with pens and notepads and ideas. We have been doing this for seven years and tiny factions have formed. People gravitate to tasks like solicitation, public relations, auction items and volunteer recruitment the ways that bees pollinate their favorite flowers.
Bigger issues such as ticket prices, Board Member engagement, entertainment, production features and suggestions for growth are openly and freely debated. There are laughs and sometimes there is wine.
Starting in December the meetings go from monthly to weekly. We say MEND’s mission statement, discuss dollars, order favors (thanks Aimee who hated me in highschool but comes through for MEND and me every year at AB_Unlimited), bond over our love of Mr. Urbano from Universal Studios and get ready for the big event.
The day before the Gala we load up a large truck with supplies and I pretend that I know how to create lovely silent auction baskets while my daughter plays with the COO’s kid. MEND is a family friendly affair for staff and volunteers alike on the weekends.
By 11 am on Gala day the committee is assembling table decorations, setting everything up, wandering around in curlers and eventually laughing in the ladies room as we fix zippers, share lipstick and discuss slips and shoes. (I gave my shoes to my friend Tarry who used to be a MEND employee and now volunteers.) We are our own special sorority. Sometimes silly, always serious about our goal.
Where does the money go?
This is the only big fundraiser MEND has all year. MEND’S budget has two great needs: homeless services and Medical Dispensing. MEND has a great Diabetic program with specialized food boxes, nursing, education and blood testing & Insulin. Insulin saves lives and it is hard for us to put a price-tag on it – but the manufacturers have managed to do that and MEND pays so that we can give the medication to clients in need.
The funds raised at the GALA are the operations budget, the orphaned program funds for homeless services, showers, the Diabetic program and all the wonderful and needed programs that are not glamorous enough to attract other directed donations. Sure, there is food and music, and a great show on television combined with an awesome MC from ABC7 each year (This year we had Sid Garcia; in previous years Danny Romero served) .
As committee members we are COMMITTED members to supporting this oasis of help in a desert of need.
How do we know if we have done our job well?
This is what happens when an Analyst is your Committee Chairperson.
If you look in the window you can see a reflection of a computer spreadsheet that is being projected from the television. Yasmin is walking us through comparisons to previous years and taking notes. We are always giving feedback.
My youngest daughter has been on the committee for the past six years, and she has made some lifelong (6 years that is) friendships and connections that only enforce my love for MEND. The people behind the scenes are as passionately in love with the goals as the staff and day to day volunteers. Now we go through the long hiatus of waiting for Fall to begin again.
While we wait, think about joining us. We have food, and the occasional cookie, and so much fuzzy fun. If there is something you want to donate to our auctions, let me know because it is tax deductible.
Twenty-two years ago I spent two days laying face down, crying into my living room carpet . Everything I had tried just failed. Big things, a thousand small things, all of the things had slipped from my grasp and I was failing.
I had been psyched up to be a wife, and a young stay at home mother, and maybe someone who completed a BA down the road if I found time in my suburban dream. Instead, my relationship crumbled, Mervyn’s fired me (because I was obviously falsifying comment cards, it was impossible that I could be so good with people…but ask me about this another time), and I had 3/4ths of a degree in Physical Therapy with no way to get back into my life as I had known it.
When it “got real”, I pulled out the phone book, found the blue pages of government listing service and looked up the address to the Welfare Office. Bleakness. I walked into to a dim green room where my shoes stuck to the floor and I will never be certain if the puddle in the chair next to me was apple juice, but I’ve decided to believe it was. In my hands I held a ten page, double sided application, and a pen. I could not fill it out. I must have made five trips to the Help Desk and I still wasn’t comfortable. I met with an eligibility worker who shamed me; pointed out that all the other white people on the building were employees, and send me home with a list of needed documents and a follow up appointment. That was the day I walked back into my little apartment and folded onto the floor wondering if if I could ever get up again.
Twenty years later, or 2 years ago, I had my Bachelor’s Degree is Sociology, my own car, house, and no debt at all. I found my revenge on the County Welfare system by becoming an employee within it in a job that allowed me to do outreach work and volunteer in my community. My baby was off at college, but a second child had arrived and I was still a single mother – only by this time I was doing okay. Education, house, career, and home life were all neatly checked off in the Success column.
The floors of the Welfare office must never get washed.
I had this thought as I was lying face down in the lobby of the GAIN office in Burbank. Just seconds before I was walking a client to the door when the room spun and the floor ate my face. My doctors pulled me out of work and put me on medical leave.
Medical leave is nice and all, but waiting for Disability to come in so I could pay my bills and feed my youngest daughter was nerve-wracking. I had some concerns. I shared these thoughts with the front desk volunteer at MEND one Thursday morning in late January. I was in the San Fernando Road office working on the silent auction for the Gala fundraiser my local non-profit throws to breathe life into their programs designed to help people survive in an impoverished neighborhood and find ways to leave that desperate economic strata. As we talked, Adela, the volunteer, walked me into the intake room and put me at a desk. When a third person walked in, Adela said “This is Sonya and she needs to see if she qualifies for your program.” She smiled down at me and whispered “Come to my desk if you have problems with the forms” and disappeared down the hall. A week later an EBT card arrived in the mail.
This was the MEND effect.
Meet each need with dignity.
I was treated with dignity, and not because I volunteered for MEND, but because that is how MEND works. Some Saturdays I walk in through the floor to ceiling glass doors and stand by that reception desk just to watch the flow of faces. Little kids sit laughing at the tables, parents chat in the waiting room chairs, someone is always knitting in front of the clothing boutique, and bent senior citizens angle their grinning faces up to each other while they wait for food, or a medical appointment, or whatever special program is offered that day.
The floor is not sticky. The room is not dim. The chairs are dry and clean. In my five years of volunteering for MEND, I must have had the opportunity to sit in every chair and even the one I broke in Lupe’s office was clean. I never intended to be a MEND client, even momentarily, and I never felt like one. I don’t think anyone does.
The MEND Effect is a design feature that started with the Rose family who just wanted to do a little something nice for their neighbors and then let others in on their idea until it grew into the community icon it is today.
MEND is not the heart of Pacoima. MEND is the limbic system that connects all of the other vital parts of the community ; politicians, doctors, dentists, tutors, teachers, schools, grocery stores, dance teachers, Health educators, financial institutions like Home Street Bank and Wells Fargo, ophthalmologist, dental and nursing students and their programs, the Welfare to Work program, courts, and more all touch and mingle in the bright beautiful building at Pierce and San Fernando Road and in the ETC nestled into the heart of Van Nuys Boulevard. MEND staff are likely to shake hands with a Board of Supervisors Member with the same warmth and enthusiasm they shared while clasping hands with an elderly client.
You will hear that MEND is volunteer run. Seasonal volunteers, like me, drop in for special programs like the Santa’s Workshop, Christmas in the Spring, and Head to Toes. Day to day volunteers answer the phones, pack food boxes, drive delivery trucks, teach English, send out mail, scheadule medical, vision, and dental appointments and perform the technical arts of Dentistry and Medicine. Volunteers are everywhere and they are hard to spot unless they come in the form of a Scout Troop. (It is safe to say that eleven-year-olds are not on the payroll.) MEND volunteers are trained, knowledgeable and efficient. This is not accident. Every volunteer is assigned to a department and each department has staff members tasked with being an expert in their area and teaching their volunteers everything they know. Sharing their knowledge keeps the program alive and the volunteers take these skills back to the neighborhood where they are passed around again and the entire community is better educated, elevated and healthier.
The first time I used the EBT card (it is in my wallet as a reminder, ask and I will show you) was at Food 4 Less in Van Nuys and Glenoaks. The cashier leaned over and whispered “If you need more help than that, go to MEND”.
Poverty and food scarcity is only a paycheck in either direction. I donate money, time, and goods to MEND because I keep being reminded of this unfortunate truth. Through MEND, poverty can be survived with dignity.
Dignity will pull you up off the floor, not push you down in tears.
You all know that Poverty and Homelessness are causes close to my heart. I am trying to find ways to explain poverty, culteral diversity , and appriciation for who people ARE rather than what they HAVE to my daughter.
This is my result.
I want to spend time taking Darla to all the different types of neighborhoods that we can reach on the weekends. WE will take photos and eventually publish an e-book about her adventures and what she has learned.
YOU can be in the book!
YOU can give us instructions on locations to explore.
We will be eating the local food and staying where we travel.
Our book will explore poverty, racism, cultural diversity and how other people live (rich and poor).
Please support us!
Successful or not, you know I won’t raise another Ethan Couch!
It is a link to a video. I talk about a client I had many years ago who lived in a car and raised her child in the car. She could not go to work or ever feel safe leaving her teen home alone because HOME =CAR. No privacy or security. Also, until recently it was illegal to sleep in your car or be stopped by police with camping equipment in your car. Don’t leave your neighbors alone in a hot car, or at the very least, try to understand and work to make this lifestyle no longer necessary.
Hello @Tarryhammer! Disclaimer: I have a little and not so secret crush on my friend Luke Ippoliti of MEND ( Meet Each Need with Dignity) in Pacoima. He works in the Food Bank and Home Gardening program.
MEND understands that 66% of residents are renters and use most of their money on housing , this leaves very little for toothpaste or clothing or food.
Francesca De Las Rosa of WORKS ( women organizing resources knowledge and services ) is talking about responding as land owners to the crisis of hunger with an edible landscaping program.
Recently I became ill -( falling over in the office and having to be out of work for over a month kind of ill). On February 10th I had to take a leave from my job.
Absence meant I was without my usual paycheck and still had to pay for child care for my youngest daughter so I could spend several hours a week in medical offices. Being a single mother with successful and employed friends, day care remained my only option. I still had housing expenses, medical co-payments, utilities, car insurance and gasoline as well as food and cell phone bills to pay. I have been living on credit card debt (before I had no debt, so there is a high interest cushion here ) and loans from my father. As you know, I work as a social worker for an undisclosed county contracted company in the welfare services. My income is so low that saving is almost impossible and I , like many of my coworkers, often qualify for the same services we refer clients to – such as WIC and Healthy Families type health insurance.
I took the time to apply for State Disability – I have not seen a dime. Eventually I received a notice that I was approved for a payment but it may go on a debit card and I should wait 5 more days for that to arrive. It has been over a week since then and nothing has arrived.
I went to http://www.mendpoverty.org, where I volunteer, on a Thursday in early March and tried applying for CalFresh and that weekend I broke out the internet and my document scanner to test drive the online DPSS portal I tell my clients about. I think I even said it was an emergency situation where we were about to run out of food.
Nada, Nothing, the only response I have from Los Angeles County Department of Public and Social Services has been several mailed notices of a PIN number for the online portal. I have not had a follow up phone call , voice mail, email, text message or paper notice. The online portal says “PENDING”. I scheduled an appointment to go to the DPSS office on Thursday, but I don’t have any sick time to keep the appointment.
There is a customer service phone number. It is a joke. Please, look up the phone number and call. The message you will hear, in English and Spanish, is that there is a second number now required to reach someone. I called the second number and spend 20 minutes listening to various phone ques and never reaching an actual person. Fortunately I am not on a limited cell phone minute plan as many low-income Los Angelinos are.
I have been back at work for two weeks now and I have not been paid in over a month. I had to return to work, there is no way I could remain housed if I stayed out and addressed my health. Child care tuition was due today and I did not have the money. I was hoping to qualify for some kind of assistance such as CCRC. Subsidized Child Care requires that i have an active DPSS case. I can’t have an active case until DPSS gets around to my application. I may not even qualify – since a mythical Disability check is supposedly on it’s way for less than half of what my usual wage was.
I totally understand that there are rules and that the Los Angeles County Department of Public and Social Services has 30 days to evaluate an application – but please explain that to my child care worker or my family.
I am fortunate because I can borrow but many of the citizens of Los Angeles County can not. Who is providing oversight? I hope that the Board of Supervisors, whom I’ve experiences to be intellegent and highly effective, realize that this program has some serious flaws and that they address them soon. I will be happy to tell them about my experiences over lunch, but only if they are buying – I won’t be paid for a week.
I will not tell you where I work , only that I am a fan of the work I do and my coworkers are great.
Eating and playing a quick round of Candy Crush are what usually takes up the empty moments in my life. I can do either of them unconsciously – and both set off small burst of serotonin and adrenaline. Read: They make me physically happy and content. Well, happy until you find something like Level 65 on Candy Crush and are stuck there for days, weeks, it seems like forever.
Produce First – I admit, I had to @Google “pinto beans”
In Candy Crush you have a limited number of moves and sometimes chocolate creeps in and takes over the game board – ruining your chance for success. In the Food Stamp Challenge we have a limited number of dollars and hunger is always creeping in and ruining everything. Last week: I experienced what happens when a two-year old sees neatly packed single servings of food and fruits that she can access when hungry. Darla ate her way through 3 days of food in a day and a half. Her childish, growth spurt driven hunger is like the annoying chocolate in the game. Just when you forget it is there, or think you have a plan to address is soon – but not immediately – it takes over and ruins everything. When I first starting playing Candy Crush – I just played it without learning too much about it. I did the 5 step tutorial at the beginning of the game and then decided I was smart enough to conquer based on my innate brilliance. Stop laughing at me.Somewhere around level thirty I became frustrated and turned to the internet for cheats and tips and tricks. –
Learning to budgeting on Food Stamps is like learning to play Candy Crush Saga. In the beginning you see lots of options. Instead of 40 moves, you have over $300 to buy food and it seems plentiful – overly generous in fact.
So – you take the money and start shopping. The first things you purchase are luxury foods, prepackaged, ready to eat, processed foods that won’t take time to prepare. Perhaps you even through deserts into the cart. Seriously, how long until we lose Twinkies again?!? Next are all the juices (they are fruits, right?) Steak – because it isn’t really your money and so $16 for steak doesn’t hurt your feelings when it is basically free.
And once your cart is half full of every food that takes away your feelings of sequestration , you mentally block meals and days of eating – only to find that nothing in your cart can combine with anything else to constitute a healthy meal. So: back go the Twinkies, muffins, chocolate cake. Back go the sugar infused fruit juices and you can live without the T-bone steak as well … right? Into your cart go the basics that are only found around the perimeter of the store:
• Bags of fresh fruits and vegetables (oranges, grapes, corn, cauliflower, peppers etc.)
• A block of meat that you ask the in-store butcher to slice because it is more affordable per slice than the prepackaged and water logged meats.
• Bread and tortillas
• Blocks of cheese (cheaper than bags of pre-shredded)
• Peanut butter
• Bulk Chicken chests, packages of ground beef, etc
• Salt, pepper, seasoning salt
• Beans and rice
• Cream of chicken, or cream of mushroom soups
• Tomato paste
And you realize that with these basics you can make tacos, meatloaf, quesadillas, burritos, breakfast, squeeze your own juice. Combining these works in several ways to blast the nutritional roadblocks and flavor blocks you were so afraid would ruin this for you. Using these ingredients you can even make ice-cream.
It is like combining a striped candy with a wrapped candy or color bomb. Magically obstacles disappear when you plan your moves ahead of time. Like Candy Crush Saga, you have to try some levels several times. Unlike the game, once you run out of moves, dollars, meals, or food – you can’t just wait and have more tries gifted to you.
You have to beg for extra lives – which is far more annoying than going to Face Book and hitting up your friends for extra lives or tickets to the next level. This means going to Food Banks for boxes of food pre-chosen by someone else – and sometimes the food is weird or all starches, MEND Poverty makes boxes that are 60% fresh produce, but not all food banks have such good connections to grocery stores or donors whose money can be used to purchase these fruits and vegetables. That means that if your food stamp budget gets blown, your family could be living on Cheerios for over a week.
♥ my insulated shopping bag that kept the frozen items frozen and cold stuff cold as I got lost in the store came from http://www.mythirtyone.com/crisi . Tell her Sonya says Hello!