It’s 8:30 at Hillside Elementary and the school buses are lined up in the parking lot. Children tumble out of them. Their feet hit the cement parking lot. The double doors open and shut. The ...

I AM — or was until one day last week — one of those people who boast, ‘I have only a few real friends, but I think a great deal of them.’ Complacently selective, I had never stopped to wonder whether ...