I've loved it as long as I can remember—the woodsy smell, the crackling, popping sound. Fire.Maybe it's my memories of camping with my family in the Rocky Mountains of New Mexico. My Brooklyn-bred dad always seemed happiest there. Whatever it is, the red glow and...

"As soon as I stepped foot on the beach, I could feel the stress melt away." My freshly tanned friend looks like she's just returned from vacation. Her golden skin gives it away, but there's something else too. The tension in her face and body is gone, and...