It’s no secret that the modern United States is lacking in its sense of community. Gone are the days of block parties, neighbors visiting on the front porch, and families helping to raise one another’s children. We’ve replaced this with the isolated new mother getting a handle on things alone in her home with only Google to help her and with neighbors hiding out, curtains drawn, preferring virtual community to flesh and blood.
We live in isolation. And we venerate the independent. It’s almost a cliché at this point.
Or so I thought.
I’m going to be honest here. I...
If you had asked yesterday what a sewing machine was to me, I would’ve told you that mine was a birthday gift from my husband, stored now in the recesses of my closet as my life is filled to the brim with taking care of my two baby boys. I would’ve said it was something I would take out from time to time to mend a seam, sew a bag, or stitch a headband.
But that was yesterday.
That was before I started reading about how things so trivial to me, such as sewing machines...
This Monday RMF participated in the Big Sunday 4th Annual MLK Day Clothing Collection & Community Breakfast.
Brick burning – one of the micro businesses supported by RMF in Indonesia
Children at the Florence Western Medical Center, Los Angeles – Real Medicine’s inner city outreach program