I posted this on naranja a year or so ago. I meant to repost it here this November…I got into a lot of sadness and forgot.
But here it is again. A Thanksgiving essay, a little late.
Or maybe not so much, as Molly Ivins might have said.
I found it and pasted it from DK. I thought about editing it, but decided, no.
This what and where I was then, last year around this time. It’s a little rough, I know. It could use trimming.
But I think I got the passion right, and I don’t want to risk trimming the passion.