A year ago, my Honda Odyssey Minivan, the reluctant choice yet essential chariot of mothers everywhere, started beeping at me. “Left sliding door problem,” it would warn every so often. But the left sliding door, the one I used multiple times a day to get my son in and out of his car seat, was getting the job done, and so I ignored it. Too much on my pl…
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