When preparing to get in the car with my permit carrying teens each time, I took a deep breath and reminded myself that yelling would never help.
wasn’t sure who was going to cry first. The teen gripping the wheel so tightly her knuckles were stark white or me, gripping the handle above the door with an equally tight grip. She was driving exceedingly slowly; the traffic backed up behind us on the county road, at least 10 cars deep, and I just kept breathing deeply and reminding her that it was OK
