Getting By with a Little Help

After I walked away from the workplace this afternoon (aka my living room), exhausted and bleary-eyed once again, I was well aware that I had no dinner plan, but I didn’t care. I plopped down on the couch and opened the YA book I had started the other day called The Bridge Home and read it until I finished it, tears rolling down my cheeks. They were good tears – not tears of despair for our current national situation- tears brought on by a good, gut-wrenching plot point.

As I set the book down, wracking my brain for ideas for throwing together a healthy meal, Edwin walked in and declared he was making dinner. He thawed and sautéed salmon fillets drizzled with a lemon aioli, and steamed some rice and veggies.

A good book and a helpful teen can do wonders for mental health.