It was April in Minneapolis and snowing, the flakes coming down in thick swirls enchanting the city

I knew that if I allowed fear to overtake me, my journey was doomed. Fear, to a great extent, is born of a story we tell ourselves, and so I chose to tell myself a...

Go, even though you love him.Go, even though he is kind and faithful and dear to you.Go, even though he’s your best friend and you’re his. Go, even though you can’t imagine your life without...

It had nothing to do with gear or footwear or the backpacking fads or philosophies of any particular era or even with getting from point A to point B. It had to do with how...

And you’re wounded in the same place. That’s what fathers do if they don’t heal their wounds. They wound their children in the same place.