Side by side, we’ll walk home, shadowy branches swaying gently overhead, their claws finger painting the constellation of a runner darting across the sky.
I’ve got a tween and a teen, and I’m terrified. I asked my fellow #RealityMoms what I’m looking at over the next few years. They didn’t pull any punches.
People are talking more about teen cancer than they were 25 years ago when I was being treated. But it’s still not enough.
Her words, I hate you, kept playing over in my head. I could feel her hostility towards me, the mere fact I was standing in her room, had her head spinning.
My son starts high school this week. There are some big moments ahead. But I think he’s ready for this big new adventure.