Love Your Neighbor

The library books had late fees.  “Cash only,” the librarian informs me as I rummage through my wallet for a credit card. I count out my supply of dollar bills, nickels, and dimes, barely squeaking out the necessary amount while the librarian looks on in unamused silence. Behind me, my nieces take turns sitting in an overstuffed armchair and hissing at each other to be quiet. At ages 6 and 4, Finley and Maven are experts at two things –...