Share I spent half my teen years suspended over the frame of my daylight basement bedroom window, either sneaking out … or sneaking back in. So when I found my son’s bed empty at four a.m. the other night, I was only surprised by the fact that I’d not caught him before. We’ll not go into the details of where he was…what he was doing…or how I managed to hide the bruises when I finally got ahold of him…suffice to say his cell phone is but a distant memory and he’ll remember the summer of his sixteenth year as the [READ MORE]
