If there's one thing I've learned in the last few months, it's that sometimes you just have to close your eyes and jump.

I always say that teenagers are the first to know if you're pandering to them.

You couldn't just pick and choose at will when someone depended on you, or loved you. It wasn't like a light switch, easy to turn on or off. If you were in, you were in. Out, you were out.

Odd how it was so easy for a stranger to assume such familiarity. Especially when those who were supposed to know you best often didn't, not at all.

Are those the only options? Nothing or forever?

Her life was perfect. But as was often the case, the rest of us were still adjusting.

Growing up means :propelling yourself forward into whatever lies ahead, one turn of the wheel at a time.