Dear Emma: a letter to my newest high school senior

Dear Emma, I’ve been working on this letter for over a month. I’ve deleted it completely now to begin again. How can it be? Parents say that all the time, but I just really don’t get it. You’re supposed to “always be baby Emma.” That’s what I promised you before Gloria was born. I didn’t

He already knew.

Warning: if you don’t like my honesty, it’s ok to quit reading. I’ll actually never know. A while back a friend of mine described a party she gave to one of her children who was an early teen. She told me she looked out the window to see the kids playing tag in the yard,