Happy Thanksgiving

I am listing to pleasant instrumental music as I sit here. The turkey is in the oven and the pumpkin pie is cooling. In another couple of hours, I will sit down with my children at the table and enjoy the feast.


My brother should be at my mom’s soon with my sister-in-law and his friend Bud in tow. I love whenever he brings Bud over. Bud is an elderly gentleman in his 90’s. He fought in WWII and often shares his memories of that time as well as how things were when he was growing up. This first-hand look at the past through the eyes of someone who has lived it is always a blessing.

Normally I would have baked a couple of pies and headed over to my mom’s by now too. However, my mother reminded me that kids grow fast. She said that sometimes it is important to slow down and savor these holiday moments while I have them. I am of course welcome to join her, my dad, and the rest. I may even stop by later just to visit but I am also taking her advice.

Often we get caught up in obligation and rushing from one place to the next that we don’t get to enjoy the holiday. We get wound up and stressed out from travel logistics and traffic. This is a time for reflection. It is a time to count your blessings. Yes, it is a time for families to come together as well but love doesn’t care about miles. It is there between people if they live in the same house or in another state. Love stretches great distances.

My love for my family is always there. So while I might not be part of the busy bustle at my mom’s table in person, my heart is there with everyone and it is also here at my home with my children. That’s another thing about love, it can be in multiple places at once. It’s not limited to Thanksgiving dinner.  And that is something to be thankful for.



Words written

Sometimes I go on goodreads and search the quotes.  There are times I do it for inspiration and times that I am just procrastinating.  Either way, I pour over all these words written by beloved authors and poets.  Some of these writers are still living while others have gone to that big library in the sky.  (Everyone has their own idea of what heaven would be like. Mine is filled with books.)

It is encouraging to read words penned so many years ago and know that they still touch people.  It is exciting to see words just recently publish that continue to follow that tradition.

If I have a dream involving my writing, I would say that would be for my words to be able to stretch across time and distance and touch a person.  To let them feel, for just a moment, what I feel.  For myself and my reader to have that momentary connection of the heart.


“Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.”
William Wordsworth