Now what shall I choose?
Word of the year CHOICE
Getting on the bandwagon here ... my word of the year is going to be ... CHOICE. You know, kind of like the poem about choosing the path less traveled. I think it's what defines us as humans (with my apologies to the Killers who ask: are we human or are we dancers?). I'll say that I have freedom with my act of choosing.
I didn’t get to choose, I was born here—in Canada—and I will forever be grateful to my parents who did choose to come to Canada. Mom, homel...