Living hard in the heartland.

What to do when you feel the ground shifting.

I’m in line at my local Publix, scrolling my news-feed and waiting to check out,when I notice a young woman with a baby trying to catch my eye. She’s twenty something. Untidy ponytail. Her eyes are hollowed and her face is red and puffy. Maybe she’s crying but I can’t tell. I can barely see the baby, it’s wrapped in a blanket and limp in her arms, head lolling at an…