I forgot my word.
For the last few years, in the chaos of mid-December, my usual to-do lists, to-read lists, and shopping lists are joined by a constellation of words—possibilities penned across the page in my sloping cursive as I search for one that will guide my coming year.
For this year, I set expansive goals for my word, hoping it would serve as insp…
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