by Sheila Appleby Williams In 1994 I was a struggling single mom working as an elementary school teacher in Los Angeles. My days were stressful from the moment the first shrill and demanding bell rang. However, I didn’t learn the real meaning of stress until my daughter turned 14 and her raging hormones incited a teenage rebellion of self destructive behavior that swept over my world like a tornado. The threat of my ex-husband’s “I’m letting her do whatever she wants, she’s never coming back to you.” replayed razor sharp through my mind throughout the day. These were the not...
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