It’s beautiful when people come together to protect their hungry neighbors. It’s appalling that they have to.
A church on my street fed food-insecure kids while schools were closed. The work of justice flowed outward from the table.
Isaiah 55 gives voice to the longing we can't quite name.
The binding constraint on progress against hunger and malnutrition is weak political commitment.
Forty percent of the food produced in the U.S. ends up in landfills. Meanwhile, people are hungry. Daily Table tries to address both problems.
A recent report from PLOS One finds that growth in global agricultural yield is not projected to keep up with growth in demand. Brad Plumer picked it up, and someone gave his post this blog-snappy headline: "This terrifying chart shows we're not growing enough food to feed the world." Well, not exactly.
The money in the farm bill is dominated by food stamps. The debate over it is dominated by everything else. But debate or no debate, the Senate wants to cut food stamps a little, the House wants to cut them a lot more, and now GOP Rep. Mike Conaway of Texas wants to bring House Democrats around to the farm bill by making sure food stamps will get slashed regardless.
Staring down the barrel of another Chicago winter at age 40, I was a little freaked. Then I started to serve soup.
The developed world's negligence has produced one of Africa's cruelest ironies: its farmers are its hungriest people.
Americans do a good job of helping people in need directly, as we should. But there is another way to help people in need: citizen activism.
I should have seen my road to Damascus moment approaching. I’d been warned.