Last January, my family made a pact that felt almost absurd at the time: no screens after six in the evening. Not for a week, but for the entire year. The first evening was the hardest. Without the reflexive scroll, we sat at the kitchen table and realized we had almost nothing to say to each other. So we sat in the silence, and the silence became something worth listening to.
The Porch Was a Technology
By March, the porch had become our evening room.