All posts by Rose Barto

Sharing a room? It’s complicated.

When I was five years old I fell asleep with Karen and Richard Carpenter staring at me from a poster above my bed. Why was the poster above my bed and not my sister’s? Because I was the little sister. What was hers was hers, and what was mine was hers. Our twin beds were

Our “Don’t Unpack Your Suitcase” Summer

We didn’t go on an expensive vacation. We didn’t go to Europe or backpack through Central America. We didn’t even leave the state except to visit family. We visited colleges. Seven of them. Without trying we did the scenic tour of Ohio. A few visits were day trips, but most required an overnight stay. I

Happy Father’s Day

My father’s jackknife is my only tangible reminder of him. I have pictures, memories and stories of the man who died when I was a teenager. It is this jackknife, however, that defines my dad for me. It is not a name brand knife. It is worn in spots, to the point that the design

And The Award Goes To… ‘Tried Her Best’ Mom

I’ve always been uncomfortable being the center of attention on Mother’s Day. I don’t feel I’ve done much to deserve, well, anything. When that day comes around, I’m not the mom who basks in the glow of my great job. In fact, I can easily list my failures as a mother without much prompting. I