Thanksgiving and Advent
Advent has begun, with tiny boxes of surprises, a calendar we enjoy and reuse. In each box I put a sweet treat, or a clue leading to it…
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Thanksgiving
Some of them I didn’t even have to make
Someone had spread a glorious thick carpet under my bed, so that my toes sank deep into its silvery luxury.
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The moral of Thanksgiving
Everyone says the moral of Thanksgiving is to be thankful. And it is. The Pilgrims took a deep breath and said, “We made it. Look at this harvest, we’ve stored up what we need for next winter, and we give thanks to God.” But I can’t help thinking about that first dark winter, and the poverty of isolation, the shivering widows standing at the graves of their babies under a chilly moon. God forbid that someone finds out we’re not doing okay…
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Happy Thanksgiving
Well, that was fun… …and made a lovely addition to our soup at supper last night. Our bacon-potato-carrot-hard-boiled-egg-soup-with-a-little-chicken-and-parsley. {Yum.} My online friend Beth linked to the turkey platter idea and my children had fun putting it together while the broth ran over and burned on the stovetop and the babies yelled for food and I called for Ryan to
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Holiday traditions
If you sat down to a dinner something like this in the last few days, you are among the most financially wealthy people in the world. As am I. Sometimes it almost seems like a sin, feasting so much—in a way that has nothing to do with whether or not I overeat. But I remember
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Handmade notes of Thanksgiving
Confession: Sometimes I am tired of confessing my idiocies. If you’re tired of hearing of them, don’t worry—you’re not nearly as tired as I am of committing them. I told Alison this week that “any organizational/ navigational skills I have are a desperate attempt to get a handle on my naturally forgetful and scatterbrained self.
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Pumpkin praise
Don’t even get me started on pumpkins. I love pumpkins: at this time of year, almost more than any other shape and color. What daffodils are to spring–a concrete encapsulation of the entire point–pumpkins are to fall. Round, rustic, simple, vibrant, fertile, textured, real. And it’s Thanksgiving. Here’s an idea for what to do with