This Thanksgiving season, I'm grateful that my family came together to share laughter, hugs and good food. We continued important traditions for our children and their children, and we ended the festivities with pecan pie and whipped cream.
This ending is different, though, different than all the other years. My older daughter Ruby's 70-year-old mother-in-law Alice, a woman I consider a dear friend, was diagnosed with metastasized lung cancer a few short months ago.
Why do you think so many atheists seem so evangelistic? They even sometimes speak of their moment of "de-conversion" as a flip-side to the so-called born again experience. If life teaches us anything it's that certainty is overrated.
Magic is everywhere. Like in my painting it's right outside your window looking in, frequently unnoticed. It's not that we don't believe that anything is possible. Often we are blind to miracles because we have tunnel vision.
In preparation for one of our high school reunion many years after graduation, the chairperson of our reunion suggested that each of us write about the best time of our lives. I gave this careful thought and simply wrote: "The present is the best time of my life."
Fall -- it's filled with endless possibilities. Losing the weight to fit into that great dress for Christmas, cleaning out computer files, planting fall flowers, not to mention vegetables -- everything's a possibility.