I'm not one of those girls who dreads -- or even pretend to dread -- turning a year older. So why does this year feel different?
The spring of my son's high school graduation became a "rite of passage" ceremony for him. No, we didn't have him sleep outside in the wild and drink milk laced with blood. But we did make a concerted effort to transition him from a boy living at home to a young man in the world.