I shed fragments of myself all over my studio apartment. Flakes of dead skin fell out of my laptop, my sheets, my couch. Scraps of singed flesh stuck to my rug. For that week when I could not fully ...

But when her 4-year-old son Matt asked if he could sleep in a cardboard box, she was thrown. "I kind of took a pause because it was such an odd request," Allison tells TODAY.com. "And then I thought, ...