I’ve just returned from a trip to Idaho. All sorts of cliches bounced in my head as the plane broke through the clouds and descended on Denver International Airport. Home, Sweet Home. Home again, home again, jiggity jig. There’s no place like home. It all made me think about place and community. My current place […]

Home Again, Home Again, Jiggity Jig?

“If I were queen of the planet, I would turn every retirement community into a mixed use, intergenerational village. I might be happier, more connected if there were a baby next door instead of a ferocious cockapoo.”