Amanda Marrazzo

I have nothing to write about today.

I don’t feel like writing about taking my daughter on a college visit this last weekend, because then that would lead to me writing about marking the beginning of the end result, which is, my first born child leaving the nest for college.

I don’t want to write about my younger daughter finishing eighth grade in a few months, and that I’ll no longer be able to watch her walk safely to and from school each day across the field behind our home. Because then I’d have to talk about when she starts high school in August and she’ll be climbing on board a school bus or hitching a ride with a teenage friend or her own sister to drive about 20 minutes away to the high school. I’d have to think about how the security of having her in the school building…