I know some of you might remember a rough patch we had with my youngest stepson last year. I won't go into details, but unfortunately, he's been having trouble again. After a very late night involving two hospitals (one was to have a too-tight ring removed from his finger, which was simultaneously painful and hysterical), I am feeling like a wrung-out rag this morning and felt like I needed to "talk" about it just a little. He's safe and being cared for now, but this is very hard. His dad is beside himself, and I feel awful that I'm about to leave on Saturday for my Arctic trip. The good thing is that my older stepson will be in town tomorrow, so that will help.

Oh, and all of this happened on what would have been my mom's 84th birthday, so I was already feeling a bit fragile. I held it all together fine last night, but today I feel like I could crack into pieces.

If you have a spare good vibe or prayer to send our way, I would be grateful. My stepson is a remarkable young man, but struggling with a very difficult condition. We are trying to do everything we can for him, but sometimes it's hard to know what the right thing is.