A Stranger Scenario
“Whatever, Mom!” and up went her eyes rolling into her forehead. My hands gripped the steering wheel a little tighter as I forced myself to focus on keeping my Irish temper at bay. My eleven-going-on-twenty-seven-year-old daughter, Anna, had just disclosed to me that she had, let’s say, not been as helpful when a teacher asked for assistance as I thought she should have been. When I said so, this prompted my first experience with both a “whatever” and an eye roll. Double whammy day. I knew to be quiet and let her sit with it. Later that evening, she came
