By Jay Kirell
Some of you might remember a few months ago I wrote a little essay about being a veteran on food stamps. Most likely, it’s the reason you read this blog at all, since a majority of this blog’s traffic was generated from that once-viral story.
Well, it’s with an awkward reluctance that I’m here to say I’ll no longer be a 35-year-old white male combat veteran on food stamps come May.
Not because I won the lottery.
Not because I found a job
Not because my wife suddenly recovered from her Celiac disease, back surgery and recent lupus-diagnosis and found employment.
No, I found out via a letter from the local district office handling my case that my recertification for benefits was declined because I was currently making too much money to qualify.
Which was news to me, as I don’t particularly feel wealthy.