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On January 1, I sat down and for the seventh year in a row, emptied my Gratitude Jar. 2021 was a dif…

how do you know? I asked in response to the random stranger who had made the statement a…

Sometimes I think the meanings of holidays get lost. I am not suggesting we forget or neglect to exp…

If you don’t write it down on a pretty slip of paper and put it in a jar does it still count? …

So feeble and frail and afraid to leave or be alone or take a risk or make a change w…

I hike for you and with you. The memories of me trying to keep up. You so agile, as if …