I wrote this letter by firelight — not because I was feeling sentimental or romantic, but because our power was knocked out by the freak pre-Halloween snowstorm that pummeled the Northeast. I tried to channel the fortitude of my sturdy ancestors, who studied and labored long hours into the night without electricity, but it wasn’t working for me. As my kids complained they were bored, the heat disappeared into the frosty evening and my cell phone threatened to die, the allure of ...

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