I almost died this week… Mikella and I made the bold decision to chaperone a night-skiing trip that Riggs’s school puts on weekly during the season. Had I a dollar for every time a boy uttered “bro” or “literally,” I could buy a bookstore. Once the kids were off on the lifts, we suited up. I did a bit of snowboarding as a wee lad, but I have zero skiing chops. We live in Maine, though, and one learns to lean into winter here. This is me leaning. First, I hit what they call the magic carpet, which is basically