It is the summer of 2010 and I am loading my three kids into the minivan for the five-hour drive to Toledo to visit my family. At our first of many potty breaks, I decide to text my sister our ETA. So, I dig to the bottom of my purse to retrieve my cell phone–a cute little purple Samsung with a full sliding keyboard (an upgrade from my old red flip phon…
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