By Robin Weaver
My daughter has matured into a delightful young woman and
I’m extremely proud of her. The journey
to this delightfulness hasn’t always been so…pleasant. Like most moms with rather—shall we say headstrong—teenagers,
there were more teeth-grinding moments than smooth roller-blading. In
hindsight, some of the interchanges with my daughter now seem a bit comical.
As part of
Published on December 06, 2017 00:41