Part 1: The Morning My Son Begged Me Not to Go

was just small. He ate when he was hungry and stopped when he was full. I had never forced him to eat, and no one else should have either.

What could lunch possibly have to do with this level of fear?

I kept him home that day. I was lucky that my neighbor’s teenage son, Kenny, was available to babysit. Johnny adored him, and for the first time all week,continue reading …