They Kicked Our Survival Box, So We Built a Wall They Couldn’t Tear Down

can afford to sleep. She comes in here to charge her phone and steal warmth from the dryer vents.

I watched her hands start to tremble. The sweat beaded on her hairline even though the room was freezing.

She was doing the “Poverty Calculus.”

Every American on a fixed income knows this math.

If I pay the electric bill, I stretch the insulin until Friday.continue reading …