I've had many a (relatively) safe drives to-and-from the airport, via limousine services offered in far more diverse cities than my own; such as, New York, Istanbul, Mexico City, Tokyo, Prague, and, St. Petersburg (sorry Jakarta, I can't include you in this list). So, this isn't a limo/taxi-driver bashing story, because after all, they take their chances, too.
In 1987, when The Rocky Horror Picture Show was just a pre-teen, I was a 15-year-old virgin -- both in the RHPS sense of the word (i.e. having never seen the cult classic) and literally (i.e. having never done the deed).
When life gave Lexi Kelley lemons, she didn't just make lemonade. While recuperating from a terrifying car accident, 12-year-old Lexi was showered with love and support from those closest to her. As her condition began to improve, she realized how vital their role was to her recovery.
Last weekend I found myself in a time machine of sorts: at an Olive Garden lobby, in a sea of high school students dressed to the nines. Between the whiffs of breadsticks and uninspired Italian dishes, the smell of youthful exuberance was alive and well.
Parents need to provide teens with guidance and the proper tools to make good decisions, not a six-pack.
Prom season is here and along with the dresses, shopping, corsages, and Instagramming also comes the not-so-pretty side of prom -- crash diets, higher risks for eating disorders, and fat-shaming.
I cannot fathom the idea that while males have a certain degree of freedom in their physical expression, female students of all ages are constantly sent home for "distractions" ranging from pink hair to nose piercings to strapless prom dresses.
When my son pitched a two-hitter and knocked in the winning run, I cheered. When he got into the college of his choice, I hugged him. When he won the English Student Of the Year Award, I shrieked. Still, it all pales in comparison with my reaction to when he said he had a date for his school's senior prom.
Our teenage sons need to stop shuffling up to us in their boxer shorts to mumble their demands. Now that we've seen what these boys can do, they had better step it up when they have a question to pop Mom. Teenage girls aren't the only one who need social media likes, amiright ladies?
My prom was memorable, but not for what happened when I showed up. My memorable moment happened before I even arrived. My advice to kids going to prom today is to take lots of pictures, do something memorable, and pick someone else to drive.
I looked down at my car keys, swinging from their red lanyard. It was February. No one goes prom dress shopping in February. But when everyone went in March and April, she'd be dead.
Parenting is a tough job, with few absolutes or clear solutions. When it comes to right and wrong, as a parent, you are entitled to state your case and reinforce the fact that when your adolescent child is away from your view, the decisions he makes are ultimately his responsibility.
The anticipation. The awkwardness. The fear of rejection. The actual rejection. The logistics. The clothes. The cost. I've been thinking about my high school prom and what went wrong. If I knew then what I know now, what would I do differently?
What seems to be trending is, really, a lot of what we've been seeing but, like anything about these epic events (dresses, flowers, parties), we can expect a more of a finished look.
You're a beautiful tenor. I'm an alto. If we sang together, it would be a mixture of Jesus, Fergie, fireworks and the kind of churro that melts in your mouth.