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winter solstice
Read more: winter solsticeThe longest night and the shortest day – the winter solstice. It wasn’t until I reached my thirties that the winter solstice became meaningful to me. More on that in a minute, but first, three brief notes on the winter solstice: I have very fond memories of taking my young daughters to the lantern festival…
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making a list
Read more: making a listIt’s that time of year. For making a list, checking it twice (and all that). As for the naughty and nice, well, that’s an altogether different blog post (some other time, perhaps). For the moment, I’ll share a list of some favourite things for the holiday table, gatherings, weekend visits and quiet nights solo: Whatever…
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icebergs and what auto-ethnography taught me
Read more: icebergs and what auto-ethnography taught meThe tip of the iceberg. You know, as in, most of the iceberg is concealed from view beneath the surface of the water. We learn this at a relatively early age from grade school textbooks. Maybe we’re reminded later by accounts of the Titanic. When it comes to icebergs, we know that we can’t see…
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