It is Enough {My One Word for 2014}

A girl can read a whole lot of back issues ofMore Magazine on a seven-hour drive home from Minnesota before the word sinks in.

So there I am, staring out the window at the white fields and cartwheeling windmills of Iowa, MoreMagazine open on my lap, when the word slips quietly into my consciousness.

“I think I have a word,” I say, turning to Brad.

“What kind of word?” he asks, pulling out his earbud. He’s listening to Wild in one ear while he drives. The kids play MineCraft on our phones in the...