* A TERRIFIC BOOK REVIEW *

I'll be back later to reply to your comments, to read as many other blogs as possible, and to leave my comments on them. I honestly appreciate everyone who takes the time to stop at my blog because I know how time consuming it is. 

For now, though, may I please mention that McGuffy's Reader has just posted a terrific review of my memoir.

Word-of-mouth is a wonderful way for a book to be discovered, so I'm very grateful to McGuffy and everyone else who has posted marvelous reviews about From Pigtails to Chin Hairs: A Memoir & More. 

Leaving comments on Amazon, Goodreads, Library Thing, etc. are also very helpful. My sincere thanks!




"Gratitude helps you to grow and expand; gratitude brings joy and laughter into your life and into the lives of all those around you." -- Eileen Caddy

* Nostalgic Sundays *

Since we had our family Thanksgiving yesterday, I've been trying to think back all those years to my childhood Thanksgivings. At first I found it rather odd that I couldn't seem to remember anything really specific about them. Years ago, though, I heard that the best memories children have aren't those extravagant birthday or Christmas gifts, nor those vacations to Disney World, but they're the ones about snuggling at bedtime and having a book read to them, or the impromptu singing and dancing that their parents did when they heard a certain song on the radio.

I'm fairly certain when I was really young, like four and five years old, my older sisters brought a friend home for Thanksgiving dinner. They were in college at that time and there were always a few students who couldn't go home for the holiday, so they were welcomed at our house.

The only other thing I remember at the moment is that us "kids," my brother Mike and me, were each given one of the turkey legs, the drumsticks. They seemed as big as my arm and I couldn't even finish eating mine.

We didn't live near any other family members, so we never spent Thanksgiving at a relative's home.  But I was perfectly happy with My family and My home, and never felt like I was missing anything.

(As I've mentioned before, these happy memories are from the years before my parents split up.Things changed after that.)

“We often take for granted the very things that most deserve our gratitude.” –Cynthia Ozick