Everything seems to glow richer before first frost, a last hurrah before the ghostly breath passes over.
A chair was never emptier
than on the first Thanksgiving
after my father died.
On this Thanksgiving, I survey all the deliciously delightful people who have touched my life and kudize them all. However, there are four in my personal pantheon that are absolute standouts. Oddly, they are all men.
We’d eaten quite as much as we were able of the brown bird that stood mid-meal, mid-table. We’d carved and passed it. Some had taken seconds, and when we pushed … Continue reading