Oftentimes, the most
difficult things in our lives
are the dreams we have.
Recently, on United States’ Day of Thanksgiving, my mind remembered in my childhood when my family’s celebration of this holiday changed significantly for some years. When I was small, my mother would spend hours in the kitchen every Thanksgiving morning to prepare the requisite feast of a big whole cooked turkey along with many side dishes, which together were meant to represent the food that was eaten at the “First Thanksgiving” celebrated by about fifty Pilgrims, along with almost one-hundred Native Americans, after their first harvest in the New World in 1621. 548 more words
It’s funny how paths cross. It reminds me how small the world is, and also, how we are all connected.
When I first opened my previous beauty business, which started it’s life as a nail salon 10 years ago, Next Magazine did a little feature on me. 1,921 more words