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I wouldn't ask for a dressing room. My mom always asked for me. The evening before I had repeatedly risen from my seat and piled on excess noodles suffocated in meat sauce. Then I licked my bowl with the buttered garlic bread, leaving no... (more »)

Sensitivity must be used when the media reports on teen suicides. Sounds obvious, but it doesn’t always happen. And when it doesn’t, you often find copycat attempts in the wake of a teen suicide. How does it happen? Impulsive teenagers are... (more »)

“You can sit there. The ­doctor will be right with you.” The nurse gestured me to the waiting room. Come on, do I really need to be here? I'm not sick enough to be here. “Jane! The doctor will see you now.” Great … The office... (more »)

When I was three, a doctor told my parents I wouldn't be completely handicapped, but I would be “sorting screws.” This came after an extensive neuropsychological exam that indicated I had an IQ of 40. My classification was “Trainable... (more »)

Today is a typical Saturday afternoon in the middle of October, and Mom and I are just finishing our ordinary lunch of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, a bag of chips, and a glass of cold milk. My dad and younger sister have gone to cheer on... (more »)

How would you like to have your finger pricked ten to twenty times a day? Or how about taking four to five shots a day? My guess is that you wouldn’t like it at all, but this is what diabetics are put through every day. When someone has type one... (more »)

There isn't a night I'll remember more vividly than December 26, when my girlfriend and I were struck head-on by a drunk driver – the night when the choice to wear our seatbelts saved our lives. Emily and I were driving along a rural... (more »)

Statistics blanket the Internet about eating disorders, dieting, and desires to be skinny. According to the National Eating Disorders Association, 81 percent of 10-year-olds are afraid of becoming fat. Forty-two percent of first- to third-grade... (more »)

People stare when I walk by. I ­pretend not to notice. It’s not their fault; they don’t know I can’t stop. Can’t stop ticcing. When I was 11 years old, 16 letters changed the way I live my life forever: Tourette syndrome. Now, four... (more »)

I walked aimlessly down the hall. I had no idea where I was going, but I knew why. The words “Please send at 9:40” were written on a yellow piece of paper my Spanish teacher had handed me. I knew right away what it was about. I walked... (more »)