Today’s traditional Thanksgiving meal was, untraditionally, last night, and not particularly traditional in the way most people consider the annual holiday gorging. Green mussels in a sauce of rice wine, onions, garlic and tomatoes, served on a bed of white rice alongside deliciously leafy Chinese broccoli. 286 more words
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On this quiet and cold Thanksgiving 2014 I am thinking about Thanksgivings past – including this one, celebrated at one of my brothers’ houses.
It was the first Thanksgiving spent with my family of origin in many years, and although I loved seeing my siblings — especially Michael (top row, second from left), who brought his guitar and played something by Alison Kraus/Union Station for me, the party wasn’t fun. 562 more words
The beginning, my story, why I’m like this, things that I possibly haven’t said out loud in my entire life. “Why?” you ask… because I need to tell someone, even if it’s a blank computer screen and an audience that does not exist. 723 more words