My husband loves taking walks with our little one. Every afternoon, like clockwork, Owen grabs the diaper bag, settles our eight-month-old daughter, Rosie, into her stroller, and heads out the front door. He always says…

On the flight, attendants passed out nuts. The woman next to me glanced at the small packet in my hand, and the color seemed to drain from her face. Quietly but urgently, she explained that…