a child, Liz C. remembers having "heart palpitations" whenever the doorbell rang. Usually, she'd meet friends outside rather than let them see the stacks of newspapers, boxes, used paper towels and other trash cluttering her family's home in Short Hills, N.J."My mother would tell me to lie. She'd say, 'Tell your friends we're painting—that's why all these boxes are here.' How sick was that?" says Liz,...
