A new mother, with nowhere to live and not a dime to her name, looked at her fresh baby girl and said, “God, you raise her. I’ll help.”
When I first heard this woman’s story, her words stuck under my ribs.
I popped another hummus-drenched carrot into my mouth, intending to watch the conversation go somewhere else, but these words would not leave me.
You know those times when you hear or read something profound and you’re all “Ya, ya, I already know that” so you just keep on scrolling down to the next Facebook post or flip to the next page of the book? It was one of those moments for me.
My immediate reaction was just to keep...