Thanksgiving in the Time of COVID It is a good practice to look back. Not an easy one, but a good one. There are lessons once learned, then forgotten, which we benefit by recalling. Thanksgiving rolls around again tomorrow. Turkey, stuffing, gravy, cranberry sauce . . . and a side of COVID. My state continuesContinue reading “Thanksgiving in the Time of COVID”
My Thanksgiving’s Friday, Cuz I’m still in the coop. My buddy got it in the neck, And now he’s in the soup. Author Unknown; Attribution to Betty Marvin
Thanksgiving 2009 has become the fixed north star on my timeline by which I recall, and in recalling, attempt to measure, weigh, and value God’s immeasurable, infinite and priceless faithfulness to me . . . .
As the day unfolds in your own Thanksgiving time-space continuum, and as you determinedly brace yourself for too much turkey, you may already be anticipating the butterball leftovers that will stuff your lunchtime “sammiches” tomorrow. It is in the spirit of savory seasonal leftovers that I recycle an already several times told Thanksgiving re-tale. AContinue reading “A Thanksgiving Re-Tale, Retold”
We await a smaller mob than most years – we’ll have 15 around the table. I cite a link to our Thanksgiving experience in 2009 I hope you’ll enjoy: https://wheeledwords.wordpress.com/category/gettin-by-lifestyle-changes-greater-independence/himalayan-expeditions-wheelchair-travel/ But also happy to step out of the way of my good friend, Frank Smith III, a far more gifted writer than I am, whoContinue reading “Blackberries, Or Bushes Afire?”