you remind me of home

I know I said I wasn’t going to tell my word of the year what to mean to me ahead of time. Still. I have some lovely thoughts swirling about what home does mean to me, and what it might mean to me in this coming year. Home...

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toujours chez moi

By now you might expect I’ll have a word for the new year. Again. And I do. It’s multi-layered, a word that shows up as a noun, a verb, even an adverb. For a word nerd like me, that’s sweet. In the past...

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when I’m 64

Once the realisation is accepted that even between the closest human beings infinite distances continue, a wonderful living side-by-side can grow, if they succeed in loving the distance between them which makes it possible for...

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word of the new(ish) year

Every blade of grass has its angel that bends over it and whispers, ‘Grow, grow.’ ~The Talmud I chose one little word again. Or it chose me. Other years I have wondered and wrestled with the word, dallied over the...

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