I Love My Kids So Much That I Wish I Never Had Them
7/23/2012 I know that sounds absolutely horrible, but this comes after a beautiful three-week visit with my 20-year-old. She came home to unwind from her life in the Bay Area, which frankly is better than my life. She spent her time flitting from friend to friend, hanging out with me, and reconnecting with her somewhat-troubled-teen-whom-this-blog-is-about-sister. She only had one bad day—after a lunch with a high school friend who’s parents are very wealthy and give her everything on a silver platter,…