Just as the sun began to set, we had fired up our stove and gathered materials. Over the past two years, I had realized that one of the downsides of moving from the countryside into the city was not getting to spend as much time enjoying the simple pleasures of a star-lit sky, or a warm bonfire surrounded by friends. We would often celebrate the breaking in of crisp, spring nights with a freshly lit fire and s'mores to pass around -- telling new stories to old friends, burrowed deeply in blankets and immersed in fond conversation with great company. " I've never seen anyone burn a bonfire in Chicago." I believe it's illegal, actually. We don't have much for a backyard, but we do have candles, blankets, a stove for roasting marshmallows and of course, each other. After we had tucked in our daughter, nestled warm in her own crib, we began to tip-toe quietly back to the kitchen and lit the stove. Huddled together with forks...