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A few years before we decamped to the wilds of Two Rocker Ridge, back when we still lived among neighbors, sidewalks, and the occasional pizza delivery, we decided to do some upgrading in our former home. By “we,” I mean Willie did heroic feats of demolition, carpentry, tiling, plumbing, and muttered engineering innovation, while I provided encouragement, snacks, and the occasional highly questionable design input. One particular weekend found us putting everything back into place

We had flown in on a very small plane. And when I say small, I mean the kind of small where you can see the rivets, hear every mechanical opinion the aircraft has about the weather, and briefly consider whether you should offer to help the pilot read the map. It had propellers and maybe eight seats, depending on how generously one defined “seat.” I was an experienced flyer, but I was not prepared for

They say humor is the key to getting through most of life. Marriage? Ohhh, honey—every long-married person knows that laughter is the thin, glittery thread holding the whole operation together. It keeps the spark alive…or at the very least prevents mutual eye-scratching during debates about dishwasher loading technique. Parenting? That one’s a given. If you couldn’t laugh at the antics of your sweet little darlings, you’d either cry nonstop or fake your own disappearance and

What is your relationship with the Internet? Is it healthy? Complicated? Do you need to sit down before answering? Mine is a full-blown love-hate affair, complete with passion, dependency, and the occasional urge to throw my phone into a ravine. I honestly don’t think I could live without my daily forage across the World Wide Web. I tell myself it’s for work—and sometimes it absolutely is—but the truth is I am an unapologetic information junkie.

During our recent family expedition to the “Winter Trail” (which was essentially an obstacle course in the dark, powered by approximately 47 million aggressively cheerful twinkle lights), we encountered only one small problem. Gravity. And height. And suspended bridges. Okay, so more than one problem, but definitely all related. We were well into the course when I realized the return route involved crossing a bridge dangling alarmingly high in the treetops. Most of the family