“I feel my chest tighten ever so slightly as I inch closer to the produce stall in my neighborhood market. It has become abundantly clear these last few weeks that my favorite fruit — the one I eat daily to break my overnight fast — is drifting out of season. Coveted piles of yellow, juicy mangos are now being replaced by other, less exciting, less tropical fruits, and a certain wave of sadness washes over me. I rummage through what’s left of the golden globes, filling my tray with as many as I can reasonably lug back to my apartment, and pick my jaw up off the floor when I hear the price. Because, along with a dwindling supply, the cost has doubled.”
Bethany Platanella, Writer


