This time of year, is pure nostalgia. Tidbits of memories that float on a crisp fall breeze, darting under raised coat collars and in between still ungloved fingers. Memories that twirl around my belly and tickle my lips and sit in my belly. So many Thanksgivings through so many different phases of life. The children’s… Continue reading Happy Thanksgiving- or something like that.
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