Thanksgiving means....

As the year begins to wane, now evidenced by the remnants of leaves on trees, I do as I always have and turn inward for inspiration.

Thanksgiving is that one time of the year that I am utterly, truly happy.

I enjoy being with family and friends, eating everything that I know I shouldn’t, planning the holiday to come, and writing. Always, always writing. For some strange reason, writing comes easily during the fall. When the weather is too chilly or wet to be outside, then writing and plotting from the ease of my living room is in the plan.

This year I am thankful for many things, but especially for the men and women of service. Whether it be law enforcement, fire protection, or military, these brave souls keep my hearth and home safe, and for that I am very thankful.

If you have a service man or woman in your life who is putting their life in jeopardy so that me and mine can sleep safely tonight, please know that their sacrifice is noted. Very, very, very much so.


I lift up prayers of thanksgiving for them and for you, because I understand that with such responsibility as they bear, great sacrifice comes to those who love them most.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone, and may this year be the happiest, most fulfilled ever!