My baby girl is now teetering precariously on the brink of teenhood, and I am reluctantly facing the reality that I may need to . . . adjust some of my preconceived notions.
Wearily I stood, every bone crying out in protest as I gazed across the muddy battlefield. When was I last warm and dry? I could not remember. All was wet and dreary, icy rain spitting from iron skies, chilling my