JOURNEYS: I looked out on the front porch one day and saw my son sitting there, chin in hand. I know that forlorn look. I’ve had it myself. So I did what any involved mom would do: I took a deep breath and walked his way. “What’s up buddy?” “ ‘Nuthin’,” he muttered with a sigh, not looking up. I didn’t even have to ask to know what it was. I’ve sighed that way, too.
















