“So, does this mean we’re not exchanging presents?” Rose, age 14, asked, eyebrows narrowing into an adolescent cross-examination. Col, my 16-year-old, was unreadable behind ever-affixed earbuds ...

It was a typical Tuesday morning at 8:30, and I was working with my personal trainer. What I love about my trainer is that she doesn’t yell or intimidate. Instead, she has this uncanny ability to see ...