There's nothing I love more than eating. Mmm, yes. Fat Boy loves a good meal. I enjoy the crunch, the squish, even the quietest sizzles as I grind every little particle between my molars. I cherish ... [+]

When did my heart harden? How did empathy slip away? Dr. Lindelson pondered these questions in the spacious office where she had practiced psychotherapy for forty years, since she completed he ... [+]

“Her moodiness...” my mother says in a loud whisper to Aunt Arlene. “It's those teenage hormones.”I glare at the back of her head. She'd be moody too if she were responsible ... [+]