For the wife
Who says it’s hot dogs tonight
Because she is home with me
And not out with someone else. Continue reading
Most of us are very fortunate. We can afford to go overboard, and we do it every year around Thanksgiving. We cook for an army of people, even though there will only be a handful at the dinner table. Instead of one side dish, we have four or five. Continue reading
“I hope they don’t find out where I hide everything,” Sheila thought as she continued to walk toward the old exit.
At home nothing was safe anymore, they were merciless.
Sooner or later they would go through her things.
She stepped over the chain and leaned her forehead against the cold stone. She felt exhausted.
“I have no choice; I have to get things out of the house.”
Sheila turned around; made sure nobody had followed her.
“Next year the Twins will be older and I will hide the Christmas presents at home,” she mumbled as she opened the door.
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Writing a post for the Friday Fictioneers is so much more pleasant than reading the news in the morning. Thank you, Rochelle!
Time to get ready for the day, there is a turkey waiting. Happy Thanksgiving everybody!
I hated Thanksgiving for so many years. It was my nightmare Holiday and I was always glad when it was over. Thanksgiving is a cruel Holiday when you don’t have family left; it makes you feel like an outsider looking in.
I just spend a few hours in my kitchen preparing food for our annual Thanksgiving feast tomorrow. Our fridge is full; there is not an inch of space left on the shelves. The vegetable drawers and the door spaces are filled up and overflowing with food and beverages. Continue reading
“As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them.” ~ John Fitzgerald Kennedy Continue reading
Some bloggers don’t need introductions and some reblogs don’t need an explanation. This is one of them. Thank you Patricia~!
This Thanksgiving, I want to express my gratitude for my country, the United States of America, a land of immigrants. We are descendants of those who came to these shores from somewhere else in the world. I am thankful for the Statue of Liberty, a gift from France,that proudly stands in our New York harbor, greeting migrants with the welcoming words:
“Give me your tired, your poor. Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free. The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, these. the homeless, the tempest-tossed, to me. I lift my lamp beside the golden door.”
Lest we forget, my prayer is that we shall always be blessed by blessing others.
Happy Thanksgiving, fellow pilgrims!
Time is flying lately. It seems like every time I turn around there is another week gone. It was just summer, now it’s fall and I know that once again, I will be surprised by how quickly the Holiday season will be here. Continue reading