Cracked Eggs And Traffic Lights: Parenting Through The Tough Moments

My hands wrap tighter around the steering wheel of the silver minivan, and I feel my body steel like armor, attempting to protect itself from the barbs coming from the back seat. I remind myself not to engage. She’s tired, you’re tired. Hormones, definitely for her, possibly for me, are invading this conversation that is … Continue reading Cracked Eggs And Traffic Lights: Parenting Through The Tough Moments