Jessa’s on a trip that’s so far out in the back of beyond that it needs a guide. The guide doesn’t show. But nobody quits.
Michelle finds a splendid metaphor for surviving ridiculously unpleasant situations: imitate the reindeer and assume Arctic resignation.
I redux the struggles that Helen and I, and now Jenny, have with creating epiphanal and life-saving mint lemonade. We’re almost there.
Helen reduxes a mountain hike with her father. He hikes, she plods. But she plods with a good eye, a willing heart, and good family.
Craig find labyrinths and mazes when he travels with his kids. Craig says the labyrinths are almost holy; his kid knows exactly what to do with them.