One cold November morning, I was on Seventh Avenue and 50th Street in Manhattan, on my way to a Dunkin’ Donuts. For most people, such an excursion is not a particularly exciting part of the day. But ...

When my daughter ran away (she was gone for 33 hours) two weeks ago, I was devastated. I wrote all the newspapers, registered with three missing children sites, made my own flyers and hung them up, ...