Like most moms during graduation season, I wiped the tears from my eyes while scratching my head, wondering where the time had gone. But, I also looked back with some sadness on the years I'd wasted trying to mold my son into my idea of success, instead of accepting the amazing person that he is. Jonathan, my middle child, graduated from high school last May. He's 6'3 and 190 pounds, but it seems like yesterday that he was scampering into my bed to escape the rumble of a ... View the Post
No One Ever Starts Out Saying They Want to Be an Alcoholic
I took my son to lunch when he was home from college, and he ordered a beer. I was shocked but then realized he is of legal age. Hmmm. . . I wasn't expecting that. It was awkward. I couldn't say no. We've talked about the risks of using drugs and alcohol since he was little. We rarely have wine in our home. Never beer or hard liquor. So, I assumed he'd be like me. A rarely, occasional or not-at-all drinker. Faulty assumption. When he ordered a beer, I realized that might be the case ... View the Post