A Thank You for Helping Me Grow Up

A letter to my daughter on her 18th birthday

Jane and I, circa 2003

Sweet Baby Jane,

It’s still hard to watch you cry. It’s 11:59 on the eve of your 18th birthday and we just got off a call. You told me you’re lonely, even though you’re surrounded by new friends and gorgeous grounds and novel experiences. It’s your first birthday away from home and it’s a big one. And…