I hope you enjoy her latest entry Flying Solo.
12 and 15, traveling alone. Two beautiful girls with an easy confidence. My daughters. My loves. One blue-eyed, one green. Long thick hair. Living breathing American Girl dolls. I wait eagerly to hear from their grandmother on their safe arrival. It still makes me a little nervous, even though I was flying solo since the age of 8. At least my girls are together. Are things less safe now? Unlikely, when you look at the stats. Breathing a sigh of relief at the text that reads all the way across the country, “they’re here.”