“How old is your daughter?” the retreat leader asked me. We’d just met in Sayulita, Mexico. I was there for a week to do yoga and meditation, and to relax and drink straight from coconuts.
Ten months after her husband, Hal, died, Rebecca Woolf posted on Instagram that she was in a new relationship. She hadn’t meant to “‘meet someone’ meet someone,” as she put it.
Five heavily documented teenagers describe mild embarrassment, a healthy fear of social media, and — get this — empathy for their parents. But what about their children, the kids they ...