My son Zach will sometimes stand to my right and watch me scroll through Facebook on the laptop. When something catches his attention,...

“Look at that,” she said. “It’s bad. It probably needs to come out.” My stomach lurched. Out? Needing to remain calm for him, I anchored...

Painting by, Zach When my son Zach was little, he liked toy stores but never really wanted anything. Hoping to find his interests, we’d...