Thanksgiving Dinner With Strangers

A big comfort-food meal, gathering with gratitude in mind, these are the reasons Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. I am not going to say it’s not stressful because it is. Thanksgiving dinner is a big mission. You have to make a lot of different food—this one’s favorite this, that one’s favorite that. I can’t help
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Me, Emma and Matt in Puerto Rico

Big Love

My mother’s love was big. Rita was the parent waving wildly from the audience, with bug eyes and a crazy smile, whenever I performed in a school play. Sophomore year of high school I messed up my solo in Oklahoma when I saw that hand in the air. Other parents sat patiently, hands in laps
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The friends Moira and Saye

Joy and the Warrior

The invitation said “party.” It was a love happening. The night before Moira’s chemotherapy began, my friend Saye surprised her best friend with a joyful party. She wanted Moira to feel loved and supported as she began a heartless journey with stage 4 breast cancer. Friends chauffeured Moira down Saye’s wooded driveway and greeted her
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True Grace

We had such sad news this week. My son Matthew’s friend Jason died, a young man we remember best as a sweet and shy seventh grader. To put a positive spin on this would be a crime. He was a boy who struggled, and that is all there is to say. The day after Matt
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Thanksgiving table outdoors

A Recipe For Thanksgiving

A big comfort-food meal, gathering with gratitude in mind, these are the reasons Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. I’m not going to say it’s not stressful because it is. You have to make a lot of things—this one’s favorite this, that one’s favorite that. I can’t help but get cranky and high-pitched in the hours
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rhodes college

The Signs Told the Story

The day we dropped our daughter Emma off at Rhodes College was a not a day orchestrated for reflection. There was a fast-paced schedule to keep. When Emma was settled in her dorm room, I began to see the signs. They came like gifts and tonics. The first came from head of food service, who
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