Column: I'm fine with them trick-or-treating

Since we moved to Montana nearly ten years ago, we’ve always had at least one teenager in the house. While this has probably accounted for some of my gray hair, with what seems like a never-ending stream of sass and eye rolls, our kids have generally been well-behaved, and I’m thankful for that.

The most significant issue we’ve ever encountered is with phones and the never-ending dangers of social media. I remember we found an unopened beer under our daughter’s bed on one occasion, and we confronted her about it. I almost laughed when she said she would never drink it. She just wanted to take...