WHEN MY 15-YEAR-OLD DAUGHTER, Lucy, came home with red, puffy eyes, I knew something was wrong. She had spent the week babysitting for our neighbor, Mrs. Carpenter, who promised her $11 an hour.
[PART ONE] My fury boiled over that entire evening. I sat at the kitchen table looking at my daughter’s exhausted face, at the way she kept rubbing her eyes like …
WHEN MY 15-YEAR-OLD DAUGHTER, Lucy, came home with red, puffy eyes, I knew something was wrong. She had spent the week babysitting for our neighbor, Mrs. Carpenter, who promised her $11 an hour. Read More