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Happy New Year: 2018
We sat on the couch, watching Netflix, bundled under thick blankets my sister knit us, sharing red wine and eating Hershey’s chocolate kisses. The clock ticked at its reliable rate toward midnight. I had a slight head cold. Before long — tick tick tick — we turned on the cable and watched as the glowing, sparkly orb in New York City dropped to mark a new year: 2018. We toasted with sparkling apple cider — the purchasing of proper champagne having escaped our to-do list — and shortly thereafter, we turned in to bed. Wishing you all a joyful, peaceful and inspirational new year. May 2018 be a grand adventure. …
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to be or not to be
I’m sitting at our kitchen table, our Christmas tree still glowing behind me. We keep the Christmas tidings rolling past December 25 in this household. It’s the New Year: 2017. We made it. I get the sense that we collectively stopped holding our breaths when the clock struck midnight on New Year’s Eve. And then maybe collected a whole new deep breath into our lungs. There are many mysteries ahead for this year, but it feels momentous to have finally turned the calendar forward from 2016. As my grandfather said, “It’s time to stop staring down our noses at it and face it head on.” I’ve never much been one for New Year’s…
