Reopening isn't good enough. We need to reset everything

Somewhere on the Appalachian Trail... 

We’d been climbing steadily uphill for 25 minutes, a deceptively arduous mile. The sweat was pooling in the small of my back. And my breath came deep and even against the climb, as I planted one foot ahead of the other on the rocky trail.

My daughter was behind me, and I could hear her footfalls in the wooded silence.

And so I started thinking about time. All...