Family vacations are not on the top of my list of favorite things, but every year my parents celebrate the New Year by taking my younger brother and me on a new adventure. When was this going to end? Last year, my parents dragged us across the country to go white-water rafting. I’m surprised we survived that ordeal. Both my mother and I fell into the river, while my father and brother laughed as we struggled to get back inside the slippery raft. It seems like the older I get the more ridiculous the family-bonding trips become. This year’s torture setting was at a dude ranch. My father said there would be no access to the outside world, meaning absolutely no cellphone, iPad, or other link to my sanity. I would be isolated in misery, waking up at the crack of dawn and learning to ride a horse. And even though I’m 20... Leer Más