The day Madeline, my daughter, has been waiting for seemingly since she was born finally arrived. A couple weeks ago, she turned 18. Freedom! Adulthood! Tattoos!

“Best birthday ever,” she proclaimed that evening, after a modest family dinner of her choosing and still very fresh from the sting of the first of what I can only imagine will be a bevy of body art sessions.

Some kids grow up with one foot out the door, others don’t. That’s likely how it’s always been. What I struggle with daily is trying to understand and positively shape the reality teens of today live in.



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