How am I to help guide my Teen through her "Peer drama", "I don't want to grow-up", "Leave me alone can't you see I'm not a baby any more?" filled life, when I absolutely hated being that age myself?! I was a chaperon for my daughter's 7th grade field trip to see the Alvin Ailey dancers at a stunningly gorgeous venue, the Arlene Schnitzer Concert Hall (for those of us old enough to remember it will always be known as The Paramount.) This was a city wide event for schools so we really needed to represent our neighborhood. Silly me thinking that the kids would make an attempt to dress up ever so slightly with maybe a shirt that wasn't so tight, or so low, or jeans that weren't so torn. Oh well, on with the show. There is a drawback (no pun intended) while living in a " City of "Bridges ", our bus was caught on a bridge on-ramp for a half-an-hour. I am already not a huge fan of this troop and this really put