Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. Most of my fondness comes from my childhood. I remember every year heading over to my grandparents’ place, where the rest of our extended family had gathered. Cousins ran around while my grandma, mother and aunts got the dinner ready. Everyone brought some dish or dessert (mostly desserts). Around two o’clock the food would be laid out, buffet style, over kitchen counters and the isle and then took seats at one of the many tables set up throughout the house. Yes, there was an adults’ table, and several kids’ tables. After was more running around for the kids, football for the adults and hours devoted to seconds and thirds. Come the evening, after board games and pinochle, the leftovers would be parceled out. We’d all head home, stuffed and happy.
A Cage of Eyes
Do you know what I’m looking at here? It’s a prisoner. You’re a prisoner. Do you know what your cage is, darling? Other people’s eyes. Why do you care what they think? They’re keeping you in this cage.
—Eddy, Absolutely Fabulous
Fall Fabric Pumpkins
Scenes from a marriage: Anniversaries
Scenes from a marriage.
roach: Ben, did you know that four years ago today–
Stephan: Five years.
roach:–five years ago today your daddy and I got married?
(At least I remembered today is our anniversary.) (Thanks to my sister.) (I’m not good with dates is what I’m trying to say.)
Booktree 2013
