by Lisa Boghosian Papas
It's just past 10 in the morning on Friday before the long President's Day weekend and Donna Kalajian is in her car with her 2-year-old son, Joey, on her way to her parent's house in Northern New Jersey. Her foot is on the pedal, her eyes fixed on the road and her conversation over the cellular phone is clear, except for the occasional connection break-ups around the tollbooths. She fields questions with ease, making sure to keep Joey entertained along the way. "Say hi," she tells her son. "How old are you, Joey?"