Tuesday night, 11:14 PM. I was standing in two inches of gray, soapy water in my basement because my three-year-old “smart” front-loader decided to give up on life during a heavy load of bedding. I didn’t cry, but I wanted to. When […]
Tuesday night, 11:14 PM. I was standing in two inches of gray, soapy water in my basement because my three-year-old “smart” front-loader decided to give up on life during a heavy load of bedding. I didn’t cry, but I wanted to. When […]