Dear Daughters. I was raised in the 70's, the figure it out yourself generation, learned to drive a stick shift when I was eleven, watched hours of television a week, and drank Boones Farm Strawberry Wine from the bottle when I was seventeen out in the cow pasture parties of Texas. I made straight A's went to a great college, made a lot of mistakes along the way, but am happy to say, I think I turned out pretty good. However. Now that I am helping raise you, I feel the need to over communicate my every wish, desire, fear, hope, dream, life lesson, Mike Brady speech, boy talk, learning to drive speech, dating lecture, who's dating before they're 30 speech?, let's watch a TED talk, then meditate and so on... What caused this? How much Natural Calm can a mom drink? I mean, you don't want to go to a Cheap Trick concert with a boy who drives a Fiero, you've never let a foul word escape your lovely lips, one out of three of you barely know how to ta