I’m embarrassed. I’m ashamed. I’m miffed. No, I don’t have sexual incompatability issues with my husband. No, I haven’t overheard my 9-year old whispering seductive words to her friend on the subway. I’m horrified that I’ve been using fruits and vegetables laden with pesticides and rancid chemicals and you-name-it in my children’s diet --without really thinking about it. I live in New York City. All you have to do is step outside your apartment door and shop from the random fruit and vegetable vendor who is camped on every dirty … [Read more...]