Nov. 27, 2012 — It’s just hours before the Turkey Day Feast as my clumsy paws type this, so I’m literally taking matters into my own hands and hastily considering my new Thanksgiving resolution options right before your very eyes. I know, you’ve probably never heard of Thanksgiving resolutions before — that’s because I just made them up to help me get in the Christmas spirit a little bit sooner this year.
You see, I’ve never actually decked the halls with boughs of holly (I’d be deathly afraid of pricking myself with the thorns), and when I meet someone skipping down the street singing, “Fa la la la la la la la la,” at the top of their lungs, I’ll start running in the opposite direction as fast as my worn out wheels can carry me. I promise.
Nov. 20, 2012 — As we prepare for the Thanksgiving holiday, I’m reminded of all the precious Thanksgivings passed. I know many of the old practices and traditions will fade into memory and new ones will replace them as we hurtle around the sun, the days turn into years and all those years become decades much too quickly.
At 62, I see Thanksgiving much differently than I did as a child. Back then it was simply a time to feast almost to the point of sickness — a time to enjoy every last bite of turkey and stuffing, mashed potatoes and gravy, yams and rolls, cranberry sauce and pumpkin pie I could swallow. After dinner all I could do was roll around the couch and moan.