Middle school was a challenging time for me and The Teen. Overnight my daughter morphed into a young woman who had boys nervously calling the house and she demanded a privacy I only read about in my young adult novels. She would prefer to spend hours in her room writing poems and journaling rather than join the family downstairs. Not only was she more private, she got that stinky attitude that Tweens adopt. Not quite a Teen, not quite a baby, her awkwardness translated to poor grades and me thinking about how I could send her to live with my in-laws in Virginia....
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