Thanks

So what if I fall into the trap of writing lists of those things for which I am thankful? It's Thanksgiving! When my kids were small, I always asked them to tell me and their dad the things that made them thankful. We did this while all sitting at the dinner table with once-a-year champagne and Weber-grilled (charcoal, of course) turkey. My favorite answer from my 9-year old son was: "I am thankful that I got to see Green Day". My daughter was a bit more worldly and often said things like: "I am thankful that the polar bears still have ice to live on.".

My list this year? Not very worldly, probably not complete, and not in any particular order. But for each and all, in different ways, I am thankful.

My kids, my doggie, jezebel.com, my down blanket, Mr. Burch, the rubber frisbee that I throw to Charlotte 247 times a day, 1st-class international KLM seats with Xanax and a hand to hold, the stone bungalow at 100 Buchanan, The New Yorker, trust, my girlfriends in Michigan & New York & Charleston, my sisters and mother, my health, my NOLA pals, Ingles Grocery Store, sourdough Melba toast, my 1980's Canon camera, my 1940's all-metal sewing machine, my Kut blue jeans, Reggie the Handyman, kilts, my Toyota Tacoma, my former mother-in-law, Bojangles biscuits, Black Beauty electric Epiphone, Asheville Tourists and my neighbors.