Every year while my husband slumps into depression over taking down the Christmas tree and turning off the holiday tunes, I blaze forth in clutter-purging, to-do-list-compiling, New-Year's-resolution-composing glory. But not this year. "Wither is fled the visionary gleam?" I can't say for sure, but when I started pondering resolutions, two questions nudged me. What do... Continue Reading →