My Blood Coming of Age

Watching my Oldest Approach Adulthood

Her favorite teddy she’s had since she was a baby — photo by author

My oldest daughter will soon be 17, and every day I wonder where the time went. It seems only yesterday that I was taking a picture of her first time sitting up in the grass in front of our apartment or watching her hold her newborn little sister.

Early on, she had an eager heart to help others. She’d do the typical things that kids do…

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Lena Quinn

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Career woman | Mom | Budding Writer/Author | Follow me for true personal stories, encouragement in love and relationships, and fictional short stories.

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