Bread — Roses

But let’s not forget to fight for the roses.

Roses are the Saturday morning you don't set an alarm. They are the novel you read on the porch, the guitar you strum for no one, the time spent laughing with friends until your stomach hurts. Roses are the art on your wall, the wildflowers growing through the crack in the sidewalk, and the dignity of leaving work at 5:00 PM to watch your kid’s soccer game. Bread Roses

The original strikers in Lawrence understood this radical idea: But let’s not forget to fight for the roses

Enter the Roses. Roses are the beauty that makes survival worth it. Roses are the art on your wall, the

It goes like this: "The worker must have bread, but she must have roses, too."

First, we have to be serious about the "Bread." Bread is the rent. It is the grocery bill, the student loan payment, the healthcare premium, and the emergency fund that keeps the wolf from the door.