Tag Archives: Thanksgiving


28 Nov

While cleaning my room today, I found something that was very dear to me, and that I thought I had lost. There I was, digging through pockets of purses, trying to find these Christmas presents that I bought three months ago (which I also lost, but that’s another story), when suddenly, my fingers in a tiny side pocket felt not plastic bag, like I was wishing, but something sharp and cold. Brow furrowed, I dug deeper, trying to finagle whatever was in that pocket out into my hand. Finally, the mystery item sprung forth, into the palm of my hand – two tiny diamond earrings that have been missing for almost a year. I would have sworn I had searched every purse in that bucket, at least twice. But here they were, yielded by my favorite black bag I got from Lenox Mall just before my freshman year of college. I felt like Carrie, when she had given up for lost her Carrie necklace, only to find it in the lining of her vintage Chanel purse. My earrings, however, had last made an appearance New Years Eve, and in the following months filled with breakups, moving, and job upheavals, I had counted these tiny treasures as lost forever.

I love unexpected surprises. I also love searching for something and finding something else, something better. Especially something that I’d given up on. It’s one of life’s little awesome tricks, and I love waking up each morning not knowing that good thing may happen that day.

For instance. Every holiday, I have this image in my head of the family getting together and getting along, making whatever day one of those perfect, exciting holidays much like the ones I remember from my childhood. However, that’s silly, and I think this family of whom I speak stopped pretending to get along for my sake the older I got. And it hit me, after this Thanksgiving – why do I keep looking back, trying to recreate something that wasn’t even real to begin with? Why rely on others to make holidays happy? I’m looking around this world, trying to make something mine, trying to carve out my own little niche to make my own little home, and there is no reason why I can’t be in control of my own holiday happiness. So, next year, I am hosting Thanksgiving at my house, wherever I am. I am cooking. I am doing things according to my idea of what would make me happy and what Thanksgiving should be. And, hopefully, that would reduce the stress and resulting apathy of said family, making everyone’s holiday better. And though it won’t look like what I always thought it was supposed to look like, that doesn’t mean it won’t turn into something even better. Maybe, while looking for something else, we will find something even better.

Keep searching, loyal readers. Don’t rest until you find what makes you happy.



21 Nov

The season of thankfulness is upon us; Thanksgiving is in a short four days. It’s one of my favorite holidays – the smell of turkey and dressing, the sounds of football from the downstairs TV, and the way the trees have mostly fallen bare combine in my memory and create one of the best days of the year. I wake up early, and spend the morning smelling the turkey cook while watching Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. At noon, the women of the house converge on the kitchen, and there is hardly counter space for all the bowls and pans. Then, of course, there is food, an abundance of which we have, as we are a southern family. The sun goes down to leftovers and sleepy people, and there is always a Charlie Brown Thanksgiving in there, as well as the Lighting of Macy’s Great Tree, and sometimes the lighting of our own Christmas tree. It’s a good day.

I am thankful for much; it’s good to remember all year long, but sometimes we forget. It’s only human, as are we.

I am thankful for family, and for my boy, the latter of whom will become the first boy brought home for a holiday (I hope he’s up for the challenge). I am thankful for my friends, and for my little yellow house, and for Daisy and Walden. I’m thankful for my job, for my car, for the million little conveniences that I take for granted every day. I’m thankful I live in Atlanta, but also that I’ve traveled everywhere, in each direction of the world. I’m thankful that my real home is just down the road, and I can go there whenever I feel lonely or in need of a nice bath and some TV, along with some of mom’s cooking.

I’m also thankful that I also, as well as the boy, have the ability to cook. This evades some if not most people. I don’t understand; there are few things more gratifying and relaxing than making your own nutritious and delicious meal in your kitchen. My granite counter tops only make the deal sweeter, but I digress. I love chopping, and mixing things in bowls, so that is my job, always, when both the boy and I cook dinner together. Maybe this love of cooking is another reason I love Thanksgiving. Nanna, Mom, and I all have our dishes that we make; I love being in the bright kitchen, the smells and ingredients blurring together on the counter tops, laughing and drinking wine and taking pictures. Ah, family. Ah, wine.

So here’s the challenge this week, loyal readers. Find something unusual that you’re thankful for. What do you love? What do you maybe not love so much, but still feel incomplete without? Leave a comment!

Happy Thanksgiving, readers. I’m thankful for you every week, not just the last one of November.


5 Nov

Today, it is very cold and I’m wearing my new white fleece jacket and my favorite, old turquoise scarf. I’ve been running around this morning, and this weather gives me even more energy than even coffee does. November is, I believe, my favorite month, with all the leaves and jackets and scarves and being so close to Thanksgiving and Christmas.

I’ve also been craving pizza, some of which I believe I will indulge in this weekend.

Also this weekend, I will be writing. November, aside from being the best month of the year, is also National Novel Writing Month. One has 30 days to write a 50,000 word novel. I have 600 or so words, and I just started yesterday. I can see my Friday and Saturday evenings consisting of some hot beverage, warm pajama bottoms and an open Word document. Hopefully, this month will result in not only yummy Thanksgiving food with both family and a boy I love, but also autumn pictures and a completed novel. I encourage you all to write a little, even if it’s not 50,000 words. Writing is good for the soul.

Happy November!