One of the blessings of becoming an adult is finally seeing my mom and dad as people, not just parents.

Growing up sometimes forces us to confront the distance between our childhood hope and the truth.

Our relationship, our shared support, our consistency, is unrivaled by any other connection.

One of the blessings of becoming an adult is finally seeing my mom and dad as people, not just parents.

During adolescence, friends bring an intimate quality of support that can't be provided by any adult.

The comfort of our peer-connections is reflected in our most honest and direct hand-holding. When we trip, they are the first ones to pull us back up.

We are troubled, but we have hope and tremendous promise.