Writing what I live and see
One evening, I spent the evening at a laundromat with a homeless friend whose clothes required extra detergent. She carries most of them in a large tote, so we washed every piece of clothing she owed.
Once I dropped the quarters inside and poured powdered soap into the washer, I warned the couple sitting by the wall with their tiny infant that if suds seeped from the washer, it was my...