When I was a kid, Thanksgiving was a favorite holiday of mine, despite the fact the entire family got drunk and disorderly.
I remember when my mother stabbed my father with her super-duper carving knife, delaying dinner till he returned from the emergency room.
Then there was the time my father slugged my Uncle Danny for sitting in his chair.
On more than one occasion the cops were called, my mother wooing them with drumsticks and enough cleavage to raise the Titanic.
The last formal Thanksgiving I attended was with my ex, at a friend of his in the Hamptons, a famous artist who, due to my exquisite manners, shall remain nameless. She too is a raving drunk, so after catering the whole thing from a high end gourmet store called Loaves and Fishes, I know…catchy isn’t it…she passed out on her bed and we all had to clean up.
That was it for me.
Now I spend the day with someone I can count on to be present, polite and just plain nice…me.
I’ll go to Whole Foods and buy three dozen cleaned shrimp, a lemon the size of Kansas, and cocktail sauce that will reduce my eyes to pinheads from all the salt. Hey, but it’s a holiday…a girl’s gotta live a little after all.
Then my books and I, will sit around the table giving thanks for all our blessings, like Tums and cold compresses to keep the swelling down.
But the star of the show?
Peace, cause you know what? That’s what Thanksgiving should be all about.
A heart at rest, grace in play…our heads bowed in gratitude.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone.