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. “What happened, Lucy?” I asked. “Mrs. Carpenter… she didn’t pay me,” Lucy whispered. “What do you mean?”

Reading Time: 9 minutesWhen my fifteen-year-old daughter, Lucy, came home with red, puffy eyes, I knew something was wrong before she said a word. Lucy was not the kind of girl who cried easily. She… Read more

I walked into court holding my newborn son while my husband’s lawyer smiled like I was already defeated.

Reading Time: 6 minutesI entered the courtroom with my newborn son in my arms while my husband’s lawyer smiled as if I had already lost. He assumed the red folder I carried was a desperate… Read more