Fifty years ago, Jim adopted his first dog from a shelter. He told me how much all the dogs he had cared for over the years had meant to him.
On this day, we should remember not what our boyfriends fumbled, but the most beautiful moments of love in our lives.
"Who's bringing breakfast tomorrow?" I asked. The tiny hesitation before her answer told me that my relief had been premature. I closed my eyes even before her words were out. "Uhm, Mama? I forgot to tell you..."
This year, I was given the most unexpected seasonal gift. My daughter-in-law and son took the Thanksgiving baton and began their part of the holiday race for the first time.
As always, my children and husband have enriched my emotional education and taught me some things about Thanksgiving.
From her Boston home, Nana Durgin ruled our large, rambunctious Irish family. Decades later, her voice stays with me.