A drama about a struggling mother and her son trying to make ends meet. Svoboda writes the mother’s character so clearly, the story broke my heart.

But sadness and admonishment will not get you supper. This was the saw I was reciting when down on the street in search of groceries. The Apple Lady, just then packing her wares into her double shopping cart with only three good wheels, stopped us with an offering of free fruit in full knowledge of our food-stamped life, and insisted we take it.