When Aiden’s mother called me, he was a wink away from failing out of Bucknell. It was mid-January and he still hadn’t completed his courses from fall semester. The professors had been extremely lenient, and when the administration got involved,...

When she walked into our Greenwich branch office in The Anxiety Institute, I couldn’t quite figure out why she was there at all. She was energetic, very clever, and seemed to be quite social. She always wore bright-colored yoga pants...