"When everything else has gone from my brain ... what will be left, I believe, is topology: the dreaming memory of land as it lay this way and that." Annie Dillard
As I frantically tried to figure out how to feed 20 people with no turkey or pie ... I woke up.
Ah yes, I thought groggily, a Thanksgiving anxiety dream. When I came to full consciousness the next morning, I remembered my middle-of-the-night panic with a smile — but a jolt, too.
Yes, I was given a reprieve. But the big day is coming up. I hope I'm prepared!
(As close as I can come to a turkey photo: a turkey teapot photo!)
posted by Anne Cassidy at
8:22 AM
I’m a writer and editor, the author of "Parents Who Think Too Much" and a freelancer published everywhere from the "New York Times" to "Woman’s Day." I’ve been scribbling my thoughts in one tattered notebook or another for most of my life, but this blog is the first time I’ve gone public. I'm glad you've landed here, and I hope you visit often.
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