Seventy Pound Baby from Port Jervis Reclaims His Life After TV Fame

The paper on our kitchen table had a black line that went straight off the top edge of the grid. It did not curve down like the lines on normal growth charts.

“That was October of ninety-six,” my mother, Donna, said.

She poured chamomile tea into two chipped mugs, her hand shaking enough that the kettle spouted hot water onto the yellow linoleum. Her continue reading …