Stopping for gas. Route 58. Somewhere in Virginia. My oldest daughter’s boyfriends first time meeting the family. He’s jumping in whole-hog, with both feet, and every other cliche you can think of. He even went with us on a ten-hour round-trip to Norfolk to drop off one kid with some friends. My family likes him…

Motel. Sherman Oaks, CA 2015. This is what happens when four people share one room. This was the end or the beginning of the road trip. I can’t remember. It all starts to blend. Lots of time on the road and in small spaces. I’m grateful that my girls travel well together and as they get older…