First and foremost, I am thankful for the_child
, that she is happy and healthy and a wonderful human being to whom I try to live up every day. You make me better, dear, in ways you'll probably never know.
I am thankful that at my age of forty-two I still have the love of my parents, my siblings, my aunts and uncles, my cousins, and my niece, all of them healthy, hearty and hale. Without you, I would not be anyone at all.
I am thankful for the love and support of my friends, and just as much for their criticism and argumentative natures. You force me to thoughtful honesty, and I hope I love you back as much as you deserve.
I am thankful for my readers, those who care about my fiction and those who care about my words here. You listen to what I say, which grants my words meaning.
I am thankful for my writing career, especially for the myriad of people who have helped me on this path, one step at a time. You help me find my voice, which makes my words possible.
I am thankful for the world and my place in it, and everyone around me, for one monkey is no monkey. You give me somewhere to stand, and a place to go.
I am thankful for my material well being, that I have the mental and physical tools to pursue my passions, a comfortable place to live, and do not have to struggle with worry or want.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone. Even all you Aussies and Brits and Irishers and Dutchmen and everyone else out there, without any compulsion to cook turkey tomorrow, and you Canucks with your turkey on the wrong day. Have a glass anyway.