My mother learned to cower, I learned to fight with him, and my sister, two years older and obviously smarter, did all she could to pass for perfect.

NPR: Excerpt: 'The Practice of Deceit'

We hung a backpack off of an ice screw to block some of the debris funneling down the chute, but mostly all I could do was hold the rope and cower while Jim led up.

WSJ: Amid the Perils of Patagonia