The school cafeteria could save American medicine
I grew up in Pickens, South Carolina—a small, poor Appalachian town burdened by health struggles.
In school, I saw food insecurity long before I had the vocabulary for it. Classmates ate honey buns and chips for breakfast, and lunch trays held processed food, pre-packaged meat, and syrupy fruit. For many, it was their only meal of the day.
Years later, while shadowing physicians in nursing homes and hospitals, I began to hear …
