I volunteer at a community kitchen in Memphis, Tennessee. One day, a young mother came in with five dollars and an expired SNAP card. “Can I get some bread? I don’t want to take it for free,” she said. I took the money, and she whispered, “I know it’s not enough.” I pretended not to hear and added two extra loaves. As she walked away, she looked back—her eyes said “thank you,” but also goodbye to a country that had stopped listening. #WhenSNAPStops #SNAPLife #SNAPInterrupted