I’m right here, right at the edge. Waiting for that little nudge, or shove, to push me over the last hurdle. Perched on the precipice of greatness or an abyss of endless regret. I’m poised to fall or fly, I just don’t know which it will be. Maybe I’ll stay here for a while longer. … Continue reading On the edge
There are three encouragements to surviving raising teenagers. The first is IT gets better. The second is it GETS better. And the third is it gets BETTER.