Our daughter, Liora, is 17 now — all long limbs and grand ambitions, with that keen teenage insight that sometimes makes me marvel at how she sees things so clearly.
She’s graduating high school this spring and will begin college in the fall. Somewhere between school and her part-time job at the bookstore, she fell in love with a dress.
“Mom, check this out! It’s ideal for prom!” she said one evening, showing me her phone while I was preparing supper. On the screen was a satin gown with glittering beads that shone like tiny stars. It was stunning. It was also $1,000 — far beyond my budget.
