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Parents can easily feel overwhelmed when suddenly faced with a moody, defiant, unfocused, unpredictable, angry or overly sensitive teenager. They wonder if these changes are a normal part of adolescence of if their teen is in need of help. When to Worry helps parents distinguish typical teenage behaviors from those that merit concern. It then walks parents through steps they can take to help troubled teens before it's too late.

Life is a journey, different for everyone. Yet we all deal with problems and joys on this journey. I reflected on my journey in poetry. As I slowly shared my poetry with others, they insisted that I share it with a wider audience. I never felt my poetry was that good or that important, but every time I shared it, it seemed to touch the people who listened to it or read it.

Frightened, my wife nudges me awake, certain that she heard a noise somewhere in the house. I hear the intruder a moment later. Our home is in a run-down part of town where burglaries and robbery have become commonplace. Worried about our 18-month-old in an adjoining room, I get up, grabbing a golf club I know to be in our closet, and go out to investigate. There's just sufficient light to illuminate the form of a man close to me in the hall.

Eighteen months ago, Divinity Parker mysteriously disappeared from her school playground. Everyone, including the FBI, believes her to have been killed or trafficked. A resident of a Georgia town insists she knows where the missing girl is. Though Forrest Spencer and his law colleagues are dubious about this claim, Divinity's mother tasks them with the identification and recovery of her daughter. They find the child alive and thriving. What troubles Spencer and his team is why Divinity, only one and a half years gone, wishes so vehemently to remain distant from her California home.

If you were forced to choose between loss of sight, hearing, touch, taste, or smell, which of these would you let go? If you had to relinquish a part of your body, would it be an arm, a leg, or would you give up your face? Indignant, who, you ask, would be insane enough to sacrifice their face? "I might not especially like who looks back at me in the mirror every morning," you declare, "but whether I do or don't, that face is me. Who would I be, after all, if I no longer had my face?