by Beth Dolinar, contributing writer My parents came home after I’d already gone to bed. I was in 8th grade and it was a school night. “Come on down,” my father called upstairs. I walked into the kitchen and there …
by Beth Dolinar, contributing writer My water bill will be higher this month. I’m reminded of this as I maneuver around an extra basket on the laundry room floor. It’s overflowing with the clothing my daughter brings every time she …