Cue the Pomp and Circumstance march. It’s graduation season! Here come rows and rows of beautiful young humans in caps and gowns, prepared to face an uncertain future.
I’ve been thinking about rites of passage a lot since my oldest, Beverly, will graduate from college this spring and my third and youngest, Gavin, is about to finish high school. His next move? He’ll study music in the fall. He wants to teach, which both thrills and worries me. But I’m a born worrier.