I’m an American relying on food stamps. This country has turned us into lab rats

I'm one of 41 million people who need Snap to make ends meet. For weeks, the administration has turned our survival into a game: will they eat, or won't they?

It is 10 November, and my refrigerator is almost empty.

I am, in fact, hungry as I write this. It is not that I do not have food at all; it is that I do not have the inclination to eat a can of tuna for breakfast, nor do I have the time to cook the winter squash my neighbor gave me.