I’m not a horror story kind of girl. The closest I ever got to one, in fact, was in Harrisburg, Pa., where I went for three days to do a story for a magazine. On the final day, I was basking in the glow of a job well done while drinking some frivolous beverage at the local favorite…

For the past week, along with everyone else, I’ve been watching all these #MeToo stories show up on the Internet. Along with…

Hey Dad,

I’m writing to ask you something very difficult.

I want you to consider whether your professed value for individual liberty is sincere.

Last time I crossed the Blue Mountains, it was with fists clenched in fear of the November dark. Today, it’s in broad October sunlight, with a different kind of terror.