Her father was not who he said he was. He had secrets, secrets that Lisa would uncover, years later, when she set out to answer the question that burned in her: Who am I?

As men grow older, they tend to let their friendships lapse. But there’s still time to do something about it.

On the morning of Feb. 11 — Derby Day in New Hampshire — everything looked postcard-perfect. But looks can be deceiving.

Dick Dreselly climbed the 8.5 miles to the top of Mount Washington simply because he feels fortunate that he still can.

For the past 23 years, Alex Feldman, who makes his living performing as a jester, has attempted a strange experiment on April Fool’s Day. He tries to hand money to strangers on the street. It is strangely difficult to do.

In the days after Jan. 20, the portrait of Stephen Pasceri that emerged was of a man who simply snapped with grief about his mother’s death and killed Brigham and Women’s surgeon Dr. Michael Davidson. But court records and interviews with Pasceri’s family members reveal he had been troubled for decades, with a deep well of anger and an unshakable belief in his own righteousness, even when acting at the expense of his closest relatives.

The smiling young woman took center stage, hands stretched toward the children in the audience at the West End House Boys and Girls Club, shoulders dipping in time to the first beats of “Teach Me How To Dougie.” She called for applause, and as a cheer went up, the kids sprang from the wooden floor. In seconds, she was surrounded, as she almost always was, by children.

No matter how he hates them, Michael Bourne has finally decided to stick with his meds. They may save his life, but at the price of not feeling fully alive. It is a cruel calculus, for him and for many.

There may be a more exhausting journey than that of the mentally ill, their families, and their caregivers. But for those locked in the cycle of hopes raised and dashed, it’s hard to imagine what it could be.

He was an ebullient boy, quick to laugh and easy to love. And then, at 17, the shadow fell. A devastating diagnosis of mental illness. Trouble, hospital, home, into the depths again. Now, sustained by his mother’s unimaginably patient love, he aims to make his way back.

A medical examiner ruled that /span 24-year-old Harry Kasper’s death was an accident, a result of “acute and chronic substance abuse.” But his father, Jim, could not believe that was the whole story. He knew his son had likely been exposed to heroin, but he was not an addict.

It had been 10 weeks of hospitals and surgeries, of therapy and slow recovery, of fearful memories and inklings of hope. And now it was time for the Richards to go home. There was so much uncertainty ahead, but also so much they wanted to do, for others, for Martin.