Recently I had a dream in which I found myself suspended in the sky, balancing on a wood beam. I was aware that others were depending on me to stay steady; if I lost control, my children would plummet to the earth alongside me. I felt like a tightrope walker performing without a safety net, while also juggling 3 dearly loved human beings. How had we arrived in such a precarious position? One false move and we were finished...