My old friend Ann and I

with Thanksgiving drawing nigh

discussed how to stuff

with more than enough

opinion sage and wry.

Inside, she says, and I say out,

but this is what it’s all about:

they’ll just be bombs

if they’re not like mom’s,

and therein lies stuffing clout.

 

 

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving here, dear reader, and, by cracky, we are going to observe it! National insanities will NOT rule! Mom’s stuffing rules! Conner Prairie’s apple pie rules! Handel’s praline pecan ice cream rules! Blog friends rule!

It’s been a year of loss in so many ways. Many approach this holiday with deep loss, and that’s hard. Thanks, dear reader, for being part of the gain.

Happy Thanksgiving!