“I take my running gear off and put it in the washer. I can still feel the breakfast I ate at Joan’s on Third flipping in my stomach from earlier today. Joan’s is the official end point of my morning run. Each morning, after a cleansing three mile route through my West Los Angeles neighborhood, I sit and read the L.A. Times over an Americano and a bowl of yogurt and granola. Despite my run, my stomach has been churning all morning. I chalk it up to parental stress on the horizon.”