Paritally Hydrogenated Vegetable Oils Are Scarier Than Strangers

My ten year old Jane has a new favorite activity. She likes to walk to the sandwich shop three blocks away, eat there, and then window shop either at the pet accessory store or at the Comic Book Store. It’s quite a lovely way to pass some time, until you find out that she’s doing all of this without neither an adult nor a cell phone. Then people look at me funny. When my daughter is gone I sit home and worry more about her food choices than about her …