It seems a strange day, given the weather, for me to point out that summer is here in Beeville. But here it is!
Last weekend we went to the Amish market down the road. The red fruits of summer practically sparkled there in abundance. We bought some thinking we'd even purchased enough to last the week. Not one strawberry, nor a single tomato remained by end of day. We enjoyed the bright, fresh strawberries the Amish had grown on our ride home. We feasted on savory, juicy tomatoes at dinner. Ah, lycopene! It was divine!
Driving into town today, we passed a neighbor's thriving corn crop. The beginnings of the silken tassels were rising from the green! When the silk rises, you know summer has come. It has set the pulses of people here to bounding. It's hard for me to feel anything but happy out there in the sun.
Yet our high tomorrow is in the low 70's and we'll wake to temps in the 40's tomorrow. Huh.
Thursday, May 2, 2013
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
An open letter...
It
has not escaped my attention that many people have fiercely held
negative opinions about welfare recipients. Perhaps that is why we
waited through hard times of more than two years before we finally put
our heads up and marched bravely down to the HHSC to apply. I am nearly
ashamed to admit these views are certainly why I waited through four
months to reapply after our benefits ran out in March, despite losing
health insurance for our two kiddos for a time. We would submit to drug
testing if we had to, and I would submit to tubal ligation if that was
what I had to do to so that we would not have to worry as a family about
where our next meal was coming from. I wonder though, what good it does
our liberties as a nation, when we demand a few people give theirs up
for the privilege of eating. Though we have probably paid for the help
we are receiving now through the taxes we have paid in our combined 35
years of gainful employment, to all who are helping us to access medical
care for our children and put food on our table each day, I am
profoundly thankful. Thank you dearly, from the bottom of my heart.
My husband and I work 4 part-time jobs between us. We do other additional work when it’s available. We have two children (our son, who is 11, and our daughter, who has just celebrated her 6th birthday). We homeschool both because they deserve a better education than public school can offer. Last year, we made a combined income of $16,306. I am pleased to tell you that we do not qualify for TANF (Temporary Assistance for Needy Families), because we earn too much money. We use our Lone Star Card ($120/week) to purchase a variety of fruits and vegetables, rice, beans, gluten free bread, tortilla chips, meat, eggs, milk, butter, coffee, and cream. We are blessed with a lot of help from our friends and family with utilities ($300/month), car insurance ($35/month), and mortgage (which we work for in barter). Since we keep ourselves and our kiddos healthy, we rarely have need of medical services. The children each visit the doctor perhaps once per year. My husband and I are uninsured and do not qualify for medicaid ourselves. For this I am also thankful. Medicaid only seems to serve adults who must make do with a much smaller income than we have, or have lots of medical problems.
I am not uneducated. I possess two degrees. I earned my B.A. in Psychology at the University of Texas at Austin. At our commencement exercises, we were privileged to hear a professional in the field cheerfully let us know that our degrees officially qualified us to say, “You want fries with that?” So, a few years later, I went to graduate school and earned my M.S. in Oriental Medicine. After graduation, I passed my national exams and applied for my acupuncture license from the Texas Board of Acupuncture Examiners. I am now a licensed acupuncturist and have maintained that status since 2007. I own and operate my own acupuncture clinic. I have regular clients. I do not charge a set rate. I believe that people should value the services (even medical!) that they receive based on merit, not based on a cost arbitrarily set by the provider. Also, I believe that care should be accessible for all.
In 2006, we moved from Austin, Texas. My husband had and was preparing to leave his seven-year job as a programmer. He was ready to begin his new career as a farmer. I had just graduated from the three-year program from which I earned my masters degree. Prior to that, I held part-time (during school) and full-time jobs in everything from clerical work to office management. My husband and I have both been working since we were sixteen years old. We purchased land with two houses (one to live in and one to house my clinic) in Beeville, Texas. We were fortunate enough to be able to sell our house in Round Rock in 2007, even while the real estate market was getting kind of rough. We chose Beeville because of the legendarily high rates of cancer in South Texas (the treatment of which I hope to ease for many people with my work) and the band of sandy-loam soil stretching across the region, perfect for my husband’s olive trees.
We have dreams of a bountiful olive orchard. We’ve already planted 300 trees. Someday we will have more than 2400 trees. We will produce our own successful brand of olive oil. We will hire employees for the farm and the clinic at livable wages ($15/hour). It will be three years before our first 100 trees will bear fruit. For now we nurture and tend the trees. We raise and teach our own children. I nurture and tend the people who come to me for pain relief, health, and wellness at my little acupuncture clinic. I work for a business my father is partner in, serving as a liaison in communication, and filing necessary reports with our state regulatory agencies. We serve as extra hands one day a week at our friends’ farm. My husband repairs computers, and is working as full partner, helping to program a newly formed game I can’t say much about. He is also about to partner in an L.L.C., becoming manager on an existing olive farm with 1500 nearly-mature olive trees. We’re very busy!
In short, we anticipate that our latest reliance on welfare will be a short one. I have no reason to whine. I have no excuses. Though I am frustrated that our choices have not yet made us financially wealthy, I do not regret them. I hope no one reading this ever feels that they have to choose public assistance in order to access health care or eat. However, I hope with even more vigor, that if that time ever arises, that person will have this safety net available. Blessings to you all. And again, thank you.
My husband and I work 4 part-time jobs between us. We do other additional work when it’s available. We have two children (our son, who is 11, and our daughter, who has just celebrated her 6th birthday). We homeschool both because they deserve a better education than public school can offer. Last year, we made a combined income of $16,306. I am pleased to tell you that we do not qualify for TANF (Temporary Assistance for Needy Families), because we earn too much money. We use our Lone Star Card ($120/week) to purchase a variety of fruits and vegetables, rice, beans, gluten free bread, tortilla chips, meat, eggs, milk, butter, coffee, and cream. We are blessed with a lot of help from our friends and family with utilities ($300/month), car insurance ($35/month), and mortgage (which we work for in barter). Since we keep ourselves and our kiddos healthy, we rarely have need of medical services. The children each visit the doctor perhaps once per year. My husband and I are uninsured and do not qualify for medicaid ourselves. For this I am also thankful. Medicaid only seems to serve adults who must make do with a much smaller income than we have, or have lots of medical problems.
I am not uneducated. I possess two degrees. I earned my B.A. in Psychology at the University of Texas at Austin. At our commencement exercises, we were privileged to hear a professional in the field cheerfully let us know that our degrees officially qualified us to say, “You want fries with that?” So, a few years later, I went to graduate school and earned my M.S. in Oriental Medicine. After graduation, I passed my national exams and applied for my acupuncture license from the Texas Board of Acupuncture Examiners. I am now a licensed acupuncturist and have maintained that status since 2007. I own and operate my own acupuncture clinic. I have regular clients. I do not charge a set rate. I believe that people should value the services (even medical!) that they receive based on merit, not based on a cost arbitrarily set by the provider. Also, I believe that care should be accessible for all.
In 2006, we moved from Austin, Texas. My husband had and was preparing to leave his seven-year job as a programmer. He was ready to begin his new career as a farmer. I had just graduated from the three-year program from which I earned my masters degree. Prior to that, I held part-time (during school) and full-time jobs in everything from clerical work to office management. My husband and I have both been working since we were sixteen years old. We purchased land with two houses (one to live in and one to house my clinic) in Beeville, Texas. We were fortunate enough to be able to sell our house in Round Rock in 2007, even while the real estate market was getting kind of rough. We chose Beeville because of the legendarily high rates of cancer in South Texas (the treatment of which I hope to ease for many people with my work) and the band of sandy-loam soil stretching across the region, perfect for my husband’s olive trees.
We have dreams of a bountiful olive orchard. We’ve already planted 300 trees. Someday we will have more than 2400 trees. We will produce our own successful brand of olive oil. We will hire employees for the farm and the clinic at livable wages ($15/hour). It will be three years before our first 100 trees will bear fruit. For now we nurture and tend the trees. We raise and teach our own children. I nurture and tend the people who come to me for pain relief, health, and wellness at my little acupuncture clinic. I work for a business my father is partner in, serving as a liaison in communication, and filing necessary reports with our state regulatory agencies. We serve as extra hands one day a week at our friends’ farm. My husband repairs computers, and is working as full partner, helping to program a newly formed game I can’t say much about. He is also about to partner in an L.L.C., becoming manager on an existing olive farm with 1500 nearly-mature olive trees. We’re very busy!
In short, we anticipate that our latest reliance on welfare will be a short one. I have no reason to whine. I have no excuses. Though I am frustrated that our choices have not yet made us financially wealthy, I do not regret them. I hope no one reading this ever feels that they have to choose public assistance in order to access health care or eat. However, I hope with even more vigor, that if that time ever arises, that person will have this safety net available. Blessings to you all. And again, thank you.
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