I was replying to emails Wednesday night when Addy walked into the office. She’d just returned home from her job as a swim instructor. It was

The room was small. A steady stream of white noise filled the air. Stacks of games and books packed shelves on the left—a high-back leather chair

It was March 2015.My son was at the top of his game:At school – Straight A’s. Glowing teacher reviews. Close friends.At home – Clean room.

It was January 2015. My kids were 12, 11, 8, and 6.In just two months, my son would turn 13. He’d be a teenager – my first. It