**Every Friday, I reach into the past and drag out one of my favorites that you might have missed.**
The other day at our local coffee shop, I overheard some teenage girls talking about their lives. It started off with the ever amusing complaints about their “lame” mothers who try to rule their lives. Their voices carried and filled the whole back of the shop. There was no avoiding their often humorous diatribesPlease visit Backwards in High Heels to read the full post.