In 13 years Laurel will be 25, and Alice will be 23. Years that are meant to be formative, years that are meant to be the start of your adult life. Will they be done with school? Will they be finding love?
What kind of world are we handing them?
That deep frozen feeling in the pit of my stomach is back and I don’t think I can handle life.
I don’t have a plan.
I desperately need one.
We all desperately need a plan.