Thanksgiving
Among the many gifts my mother left me was the capacity to be perpetually grateful. When bestowed with the smallest act of kindness, she felt treated like royalty. Someone who offered her a seat on the bus or a cup of coffee was spoken of with high esteem for days to follow. My mother’s family lost their Nebraska farm land in the Great Depression when she was ten. With her 8th grade education, she left home at 16 to work as a housekeeper. She married and lived in and out of poverty with my alcoholic father. She bore eight children
