There May Be Some Hope After All

Normally, when I see teenagers, I cringe. They make my insides burn my stomach ache. I’m almost fearful of them. They’re always moody, and generally psycho. They can’t help it. Hormones are a bitch. I remember. I was an exceptionally cray teenager. This morning, they surprised me. Then I surprised myself. After our kid drug … Continue reading There May Be Some Hope After All