They Forgot to Invite Me to Christmas—So I Bought a Mountain. When They Came to Take It, the Deputy Was Already Waiting.

too long, one where I knew the ending would disappoint me but kept turning pages anyway out of some misguided sense of obligation. The promise I’d made to myself earlier that evening, standing on that deck watching the first flakes fall, was simple and clear: I would treat my life the way I treated my professional work. Clear goals. Clear boundaries.continue reading …