When I first got my driver's license, I decided to visit my sister in Rhode Island. I wanted to conquer my lifelong timidity, so I struck out in my minivan with three little kids . . . without a map.
Seven hours later, I found myself in Cape Cod.
I was literally about to drive into the ocean before I decided that it was time to stop and ask for directions. By that time, the sun had set, several of my kids had wet themselves, and I was so emotionally shattered that I locked the keys in the car when I stopped for gas. I had to leave the screaming children, dash to a miraculously nearby fire station, and beg the firemen to break into my car for me. The kids screamed harder. To this...READ MORE