My Teenage Werewolf Excerpt
I am not a candidate for smotherhood. I understand, really I do, that my daughter – all our daughters – need to pull away. I understand the power, the necessity, of rebellion, small and large, quiet and noisy. I was a rebellious teen. I understand that my daughter needs to find her own identity and that sometimes that means pushing me so hard it hurts. I get that this is all part of the process of becoming an individual. If I could be guaranteed that this was only a developmental stage, I would not fret about what we’re going through. But the turmoil between my mother and me was not a developmental stage. The rift that opened up between us when I was twelve or thirteen defined our relationship for the next thirty years. For us, this wasn’t a phase; this was the beginning of the rest of our lives together – or rather, the rest of our lives apart.